SONNET 130
``` 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 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. ```
My mistress' eyes are not like the sun at all; Coral is much redder than her lips; If snow is white, then her breasts are brown; If hair is like wires, then she has black wires on her head. I have seen roses, both red and white, But I don't see such roses in her cheeks; Some perfumes are more pleasant Than the smell that comes from my mistress. I love to hear her talk, but I know well That music sounds much better; I admit I have never seen a goddess walk; My mistress walks on the ground: Yet, by heaven, I think my love is as special As any woman who has been falsely praised.