As with any of Shakespeare’s sonnets, he relies upon allusio…

As with any of Shakespeare’s sonnets, he relies upon allusions, metaphors, similes, symbolism, and analogies to express his thoughts. However, via these thoughts, he is also diving into his emotions. Based on the aforementioned allusions, metaphors, similes, symbolism, and analogies, how is he applying them to “Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer Day”? What message is he sending in this poem? Be sure to go deep into the meaning. Break your thoughts down for the sonnet.  Below is the sonnet for you to pull details from: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

As with any of Shakespeare’s sonnets, he relies upon allusio…

As with any of Shakespeare’s sonnets, he relies upon allusions, metaphors, similes, symbolism, and analogies to express his thoughts. However, via these thoughts, he is also diving into his emotions. Based on the aforementioned allusions, metaphors, similes, symbolism, and analogies, how is he applying them to “My Mistress’ Eyes”? What message is he sending in this poem? Be sure to go deep into the meaning. Break your thoughts down for the sonnet. Below is the sonnet for you to pull details from: 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 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;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 rareAs any she belied with false compare.