Sonnet 130

Through my research on simulating natural occurrences, I have found that it is rare to be able to recreate the beauty of nature. I am reminded of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 in which he compares his mistress to natural beauty, while suggesting that it is always more beautiful than her, yet he still loves her for other reasons.

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, 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.

–William Shakespeare