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.
Hope I can help you!
D. India was a British colony at the time trust me I took the quiz
Frank is going to be the indirect object
Answer:
By telling what the sun looks like.
Explanation:
In thevstory, Margot tells the children that the sun is shaped like a penny and is like a "fire in the stove."
