William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Civ - Poem by William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:16:00 AM)

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  • Gold Star - 13,954 Points * Sunprincess * (1/8/2014 8:55:00 PM)

    ......a beautiful sonnet of love for a friend... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,954 Points * Sunprincess * (1/8/2014 8:55:00 PM)

    ......a beautiful sonnet of love for a friend... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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