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.
This sounds a similar thread to his "Shall I compare thee..". The attempt to contrast beauty with Nature...So much of beauty is the metaphors within Nature, to it, of it...we are beautiful because we are Natural. In this poem, it's almost like he tries, again, to separate human life from the natural world. And then brings in "goddess" and "heaven" as if they are altogether another place yet. The entire poem as a feminine quality about it...yet, does he speak of a human woman or a fictitious godly one?
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