Poetry

So, I have for some reason felt like reading poetry lately. This is not a habit, I usually can't stand poetry but I had a book from a class in college and I started reading through it again and realized I like some poetry. Here is a funny poem by Alexander Pope:

Where-e'er you find the cooling Western breeze
In the next Line, it whispers thro' the Trees
If Chrystal Streams with pleasing Murmurs creep
The Reader's threatened (not in vain) with sleep

I thought it was cute, funny and true!

And here is one by Shakespeare:

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.

Apparently I only like humorous poetry, but still. I just thought I would share. That is all.