15 juli 2015

Shakespearean experience – Sonetto, credo, ipso facto, nullo modo

In polished form of well refined pen
The age to come would say this poet lies
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen
If I could write the beauty of your eyes

Such is my love, to thee I so belong
You are my all the world, and I must strive
That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live

What strained touches rhetoric can lend
Nay if you read this line, remember not
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot

That you your self may privilage your time
As I by yours, y’have passed a hell of time


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