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Read Shakespeare's Some My motress' e-c nothing are the sun Coral is far more If snow be white why they her breasts are dun. It hairs be wires.black wires grow on her head 11. we scen roses damaskif 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 bath 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 What cylence supports an idea of truth embedded will the satire of Sonnet 130? ) "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun' "If hairs be wires black wires grow on her head "I have seen roses damasko, red and white' "And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare
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The silence, or omission, that supports the idea of truth embedded within the satire of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 is the **absence of conventional, hyperbolic praise**. The poem sets up an expectation of the typical Petrarchan sonnet, filled with comparisons of the beloved to impossibly beautiful things like the sun, roses, and goddesses. Shakespeare pointedly avoids these comparisons, even inverting them, creating a humorous and satirical effect.The lines you quoted are key examples of this satirical inversion:* **"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"**: This directly undercuts the traditional comparison of a lover's eyes to the sun's brilliance.* **"If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head"**: Instead of comparing his mistress's hair to golden threads, he uses the unromantic image of black wires.* **"I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, / But no such roses see I in her cheeks"**: He acknowledges the beauty of roses but denies their presence in his mistress's complexion.By *not* using these conventional comparisons, Shakespeare creates a space for a different kind of truth. The poem's final couplet, "And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare / As any she belied with false compare," reveals the true sentiment. The speaker's love is genuine precisely because it's based on realistic observation, not idealized and exaggerated comparisons. The silence of conventional praise highlights the sincerity of his affection. He loves her for who she is, not for some idealized version of beauty.