11I grant I never saw a goddess go:
12My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
13And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
14As any she belied with false compare.
i loved this whole poem but i felt that these last few lines just were....soo sweet! he does not compare to her to a goddess like most romantics would, he just says that she's human and treads the earth like everyone else. but at the end, his final words are that she cannot be compared to anything because she is rare and so is the love that he has for her and to compare her to anything would just be false and meaning nothing. nothing compares to her......wasn't he soo sweet?! haha