In this sonnet, Shakespeare compares his lover to various standards of beauty but never in her favor. He notes that her eyes are unlike the sun, her lips are less red than coral, and her breasts are dun-colored compared to snow. Though he loves her voice, music is more pleasing, and while he has never seen a goddess, his mistress walks on the ground. However, he declares that his love for her is as rare and valuable as any described through false comparisons of beauty.