William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Lxxxii - 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 strained 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.


Comments about Sonnet Lxxxii by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:54:00 PM)

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 1:38:00 PM)

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

  • Gold Star - 16,998 Points * Sunprincess * (11/20/2013 6:36:00 PM)

    nicely written...I would love to be married to your muse, sir... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 21, 2001


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