Her eyes are "nothing like the sun," her lips are less red than the coral compared to the white snow, her breasts are dun-colored, and her hairs are like the black wires on her head. This sonnet compares the speaker's lover to a number of other beauties-and never in the lover's favor. And yet, by heaven, I think my beloved is as special as any woman whom poets have lied about with false comparisons. I admit I never saw a goddess walk when my mistress walks, she treads on the ground. I love to hear her speak yet I know perfectly well that music has a far more pleasant sound. And some perfumes smell more delightful than my mistress'''' s reeking breath. I have seen roses that were a mixture of red and white, but I don'''' t see those colors in her cheeks. Poets describe their mistresses' hair as gold wires, but my mistress has black wires growing on her head.
Compared to the whiteness of snow, her breasts are grayish-brown. Coral is much redder than the red of her lips. My mistress'''' s eyes are nothing like the sun. My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.Īnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,Īnd in some perfumes is there more delight If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun Ĭoral is far more red than her lips' red
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