Sonnet

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,
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 hath 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.

I think this sonnet is shakespearean because Petrarchan sonnet is more of a poem that has a string of Renaissance poets rather that just one. I think this sonnet is a Shakespearean sonnet. I think the shift is when this "mistress" comes to life, so between line 9 where she speaks and is a real person, not just a ignite of my or your imagination. I think the overall theme and tone of this sonnet is admiring the beauty and worth of his mistress which shows a tone of loving rather than melancholy like other shakespearean sonnets.