Shakespeare's Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red, than her lips red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;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 delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat 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 belied with false compare.

My lover’s eyes are nothing like the sun. Coral is much redder than her lips. If snow is white, then her breasts are grayish brown. If hairs are wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses patterned red and white, but I see no roses like that in her cheeks. And some perfumes give more pleasure than the breath that comes from my lover’s mouth.
I love to hear her speak, but I know very well that music has a much more pleasing sound. I admit I have never seen a goddess walk. When my lover walks, her feet touch the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love is as extraordinary as any woman falsely praised with exaggerated comparisons.