CXXX Shakespear-Gedicht

My mistress` eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lip` red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wres grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask`d, 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 from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,-yet well i know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,-
My mistress when she walk, treads on the ground;
and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
as any ahe belied with false compare.

Wie sieht Shakespears Vorstellung von einer Frau aus?
Wie ist es mit dem Heutigen Ideal zu vergleichen?
auf englisch please