Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea Poem by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea

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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O, fearful meditation! Where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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Egal Bohen 19 October 2007

Dear Will, thy black ink dost endure Wits timeless rapier, so pure

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