William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse - Poem by William Shakespeare

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.
And do so, love, yet when they have devised
What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better used
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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