Archivi Giornalieri: 13 Set 2023

«When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn».  […]

«Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know’st thy estimate».  Sonnet 87 reads […]

«Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious […]

«My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled».  The poet likens […]

«Who is it that says most? which can say more Than this rich praise, that you alone are […]

«I never saw that you did painting need And therefore to your fair no painting set».  Apparently having […]

«I grant thou wert not married to my Muse And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook».  A less subdued […]

«Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten».  The […]

«O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name».  […]

«Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace».  Sonnet 79 […]

«So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse».  The […]

«Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste».  The youth’s […]

«Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change?».  Complaining that […]

«So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground».  […]

«But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away».  The poet continues his […]

«That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang».  […]