1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 130 

1	My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun#
2	Coral is far more red than her lips’ red.
3	If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun#
4	If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
5	I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
6	But no such roses see I in her cheeks#
7	And in some perfumes is there more delight
8	Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
9	I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
10	That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
11	I grant I never saw a goddess go:
12	My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
13	And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
14	As any she belied with false compare.