SONNET 130	PARAPHRASE
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;	My love's eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red, than her lips red;	coral is far redder than her lips,
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;	if snow is white, her breasts are dark;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;	if hairs are wires, than she has black wires growing from her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,	I have seen roses mingled with red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;	but see no such thing on her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight	there are perfumes that smell better
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks;	than my love's breath;
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know	I love to listen to her talk, though I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;	music is much more pleasing to listen to;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -	I know I don't see a goddess
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.	when my love walks.
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare	And yet I think my love is as rare
As any she belied with false compare.	as any woman praised by false comparisons.