Sonnet 130


Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun



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 damasked, 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.


The Artist: Pete Barber

Pete Barber has been a prolific street artist and muralist since the late 90’s, he specializes in spray painted photorealism and loves to combine traditional techniques with contemporary graphic styles and signwriting.

His commercial work consists of producing large high-quality murals for clients such as Gucci, Google, Netflix, and Prada.

His personal work is figurative and at home outdoors, alongside other street artists. Pete is now one of the lead artists at Global Street Art.

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