Shakepeare's Sonnet 130 is typically thought of as being an honest love poem. It shames other poets who would use hyperbole to attempt to make their partner more attractive than they objectively are. It lists the partner's faults, and asserts that seeing those faults but still being in love despite, or because of them, is what leads to a truly deep, lasting love, and elevating traits with lies is still lies.

At the same time, being brutally honest to someone's face when they didn't ask for it isn't exactly endearing either, sir. It's not like you didn't just tell the "fair youth" they were more lovely and temperate than the freakin summer, either, so.

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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 damasked, 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.

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