Treasure Island

William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time


When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing.
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Ripper Moore (4/13/2008 11:46:00 AM)

    I have noted that precise wording in a given poem tends to vary from source to source. I believe, however, that I have spotted a genuine transcription error here. In all other publications of this sonnet I have read, the second-to-last line reads:
    'For which we now behold these present days, ' (Report) Reply

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