#English #XVICentury #XVIICentury
Thus is his cheek the map of days outwor… When beauty lived and died as flowers do… Before these bastard signs of fair were… Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the dead,
#Sonnet #TheSonnets
Who is it that says most? which can say… Than this rich praise, that you alone ar… In whose confine immured is the store Which should example where your equal gr… Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must,
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change
If thy soul cheque thee that I come so… Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy… And will, thy soul knows, is admitted th… Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, f… 'Will’ will fulfil the treasure of thy l…
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts rep… Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown…
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my sick Muse doth give an other pla… I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight wo… My heart mine eye the freedom of that ri… My heart doth plead that thou in him dos…
Ah, wherefore with infection should he l… And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve… And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate his ch…
Let me confess that we two must be twain… Although our undivided loves are one; So shall those blots that do with me rem… Without thy help, by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respec…
From fairest creatures we desire increas… That thereby beauty’s rose might never d… But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright…
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous… And make me travel forth without my cloa… To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way… Hiding thy brav’ry in their rotten smoke… ’Tis not enough that through the cloud t…
From you have I been absent in the spri… When proud pied April, dressed in all h… Hath put a spirit of youth in every thin… That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt wit… Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet…
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me yo… I come to bury Caesar, not to praise hi… The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bone… So let it be with Caesar. The noble Br…
Enter Chorus O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scen…