Saturday, September 28, 2019

Sonnet 130 to the Razor

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; (She doesn't use eyebright)

Coral is far more red than her lips' red; (She doesn't use lipstick)

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; (She doesn't powder her chest)

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. (She doesn't wear a powdered wig)

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; (She doesn't use rouge)

And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. (She doesn't bathe in perfume)

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound; (She will not change the pitch of her voice when speaking)

I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. (She isn't trained to walk like a 'lady')
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare. ('False' women wear masks of make-up. This lady doesn't not, he loves her better without the mask)

For all the 'analysis' I have yet to see this sonnet put to the razor. If you ask me, the razor says this woman wore no makeup in the Tudor fashion. And yet, he found her more pleasing than all other women who claimed noble birth.

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