Archivi Giornalieri: 18 Ago 2023

«Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast».  In Sonnet […]

«Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart».  When […]

«As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part».  Most of […]

«My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one […]

«So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse».  […]

«A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion».  In this crucial, […]

«Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood».  In Sonnet […]

«Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate».  One of the […]

«Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill’d with your most high deserts?».  […]

«But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?».  Sonnet 16 continues […]

«When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment,».  In Sonnet 15‘s first […]

«Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy,».  Sonnet 13 depends […]

«O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live».  Sonnet […]

«When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous […]