Read Shakespeare's "Sonnet 130.”My mistress' 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 wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,5But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound:10I 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.
A
She has trouble walking on the ground.B
When she walks, she leaves footprints.C
Like everyone, she walks on the ground.D
She cannot be compared to other standards.