Alan Rickman Reciting Sonnet 130

I hope you enjoy this simple clip I hastily put together at 1 am when I should have been studying for an its gonna be an allnighter for me 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 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 fro