Ode aan Myraela
Myraela's 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.
Myraela 
En we leven in Nederland, met je ordinaire Engelse copy/pasts
. Bok dan op naar Engeland.quote:Op donderdag 13 oktober 2011 19:23 schreef Crimyclown het volgende:
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En we leven in Nederland, met je ordinaire Engelse copy/pasts
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En we leven in Nederland, met je ordinaire Engelse copy/pasts
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