I was introduced to this recently and what a joy. Whether he is calling a spade a shovel, hes being ironic or he’s using the unvarnished truth, it made me goggle a little and laugh out loud. Although if I was his love I would probably have smacked him!
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.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That 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.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 
Probably my favourite Shakespeare. To a modern reader it’s nuance and humour are obvious, but in Shakespeare’s age a poem like this was really quite revolutionary. Got to love it.
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Yes indeed, it just needs to be viewed by a wider audience and I feel that people who are turned off by the thought of Shakespeare, might revise their opinion reading it out of context so to speak!
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