Poem analysis (2)

Analyse Sonnet 130 "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" by William Shakespeare. 

Sonnet 130

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