Sonnet 130. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

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 damasked, 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 reeks.