Archivi Giornalieri: 1 Set 2023

«If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled».  Sonnet […]

«That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure».  […]

«Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire?».  In […]

«Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite».  Much like […]

«Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme».  Sonnet 55, one of Shakespeare’s […]

«O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!».  The rose […]

«What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend?».  A more […]

«So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure».  The […]

«Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed».  The […]

«How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel’s end».  Nothing suggests […]

«Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects».  All […]

«How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust».  The youth […]

«Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other».  […]

«Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight».  The […]