William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come - Poem by William Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, "This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces."
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage,
And stretchèd metre of an antique song.
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.


Comments about Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 169 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 6:30:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Rookie - 10 Points Egal Bohen (3/1/2008 6:48:00 PM)

    The weapons that defeat the scythe of time
    That through Earth eternalise our places
    That carry beauty ever forward from our minds
    Are our children and such poetry of graces
    For while the living stand alone, each every one
    They are in truth the verse itself, as either daughters, or as sons (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: believe, truth, child, song, beauty, heaven, time, life, sonnet, children



Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



[Hata Bildir]