"And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare."
If I am reading this poem correctly, it is a huge paradox. In a way, it kind of confuses me. The tone of the first half of the poem is negative and judgemental. The speaker is describing a girl whom he finds no good qualities in. Imagery is used to talk negatively about this person. Red, white, and black are all colors used to describe the woman. Sense of smell is used as well to characterize her. However, the last two lines juxtapose the entire poem. The speaker says his love is "rare as any". If he doesn't like all these qualities in this woman, why is she his love? And why is she rare?
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