Analyse Sonnet 130 "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" by William Shakespeare.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral1 is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun2;
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 reeks3.
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 belied4 with false compare.
Annotations: 1korallenrot, 2graubraun, 4übel riechen, stinken, 5verbergen, über etwas hinwegtäuschen