English Homework

Sonnet 130

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.

Q: Compare how Shakespeare portrays his rare love for his mistress to the way Murakami portrays his infatuation for his perfect girl. What are Murakami and Shakespeare trying to say about love? Do you agree or disagree with their perspectives? Explain.