My mistress’s 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 wire, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But not such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that my mistress reeks...


Willian Shakespeare, citado em 'Contraponto', de Aldous Huxley.