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