<Table> <Tr> <Th_colspan="2"> "" Sonnet 130 </Th> </Tr> <Tr> <Td_colspan="2"> Sonnet 130 in the 1609 Quarto </Td> </Tr> <Tr> <Td_colspan="2"> </Td> </Tr> <Tr> <Td_colspan="2"> <Table> <Tr> <Td> <P> Q1 Q2 Q3 </P> </Td> <Td> <P> My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head . I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks . I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare . </P> </Td> <Td> <P> 8 12 14 </P> </Td> </Tr> <Tr> <Td> </Td> <Td>--William Shakespeare </Td> <Td> </Td> </Tr> </Table> </Td> </Tr> </Table> <Tr> <Th_colspan="2"> "" Sonnet 130 </Th> </Tr> <Tr> <Td_colspan="2"> Sonnet 130 in the 1609 Quarto </Td> </Tr> <Tr> <Td_colspan="2"> <Table> <Tr> <Td> <P> Q1 Q2 Q3 </P> </Td> <Td> <P> My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head . I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks . I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare . </P> </Td> <Td> <P> 8 12 14 </P> </Td> </Tr> <Tr> <Td> </Td> <Td>--William Shakespeare </Td> <Td> </Td> </Tr> </Table> </Td> </Tr>

When was my mistress eyes are nothing like the sun written