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)
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