William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonet Liv - Poem by William Shakespeare

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 5:05:00 AM)

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  • Gold Star - 14,135 Points * Sunprincess * (12/25/2013 9:29:00 AM)

    ~Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
    Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made: ~

    ........wonderful sentiments expressed...
    when beauty as the rose leaves we hope there is
    a sweet joyful spirit which remains....nice write.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001



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