Archivi Giornalieri: 10 Ott 2023

«If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was […]

«Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’ And ‘Will’ to boot, and ‘Will’ in overplus».  The punning […]

«So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will».  The […]

«Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and […]

«Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain».  Sonnet 132 […]

«Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel».  The poet […]

«My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red».  Sonnet […]

«The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust».  The […]

«How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds».  Sonnet 128 is […]

«In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name».  […]

«O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his sickle, hour».  Sonnet […]

«Were ‘t aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring’».  For the poet, […]

«If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d’».  Developing […]

«No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might».  The […]

«Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full character’d with lasting memory».  Just as the poet gave […]

«‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d, When not to be receives reproach of being».  The poet […]

«That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel».  The […]

«What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within».  Arguing that his […]

«Like as, to make our appetites more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge».  The poet now […]

«Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay».  The poet abruptly […]