Daniel Radcliffe Shakespeare’s sonnet 130

Daniel Radcliffe Shakespeare’s sonnet 130 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 godde