My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;     
Coral is far 더 많이 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 장미 damask'd, red and white,     
But no such 장미 see I in her cheeks;     
And in some perfumes is there 더 많이 delight     
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I 사랑 to hear her speak, yet well I know
That 음악 hath a far 더 많이 pleasing sound;     
I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:     
And yet, 의해 heaven, I think my 사랑 as rare
As any she belied with false compare.