This is a rather amusing sonnet to me. It takes the form of an Italian sonnet in many ways, but is quite opposite in many ways. The sonnet does compare the subject to many different objects, but in a negative way. Shakespeare basically says that all of the objects are more beautiful and/or attractive than the woman. He makes quite a stab for the time by saying how dark her complexion is which is looked down upon at this time. Yet at the end Shakespeare manages to bring it all back and say that despite all of this, Shakespeare loves her anyways. I have to wonder how the dark lady would have responded to such a unique way of complimenting and insulting her at the same time. Shakespeare is blatantly honest with all of his comparisons and has a very funny way of showing his love for the dark lady. If I were the dark lady reading this then I certainly would have enjoyed it.
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