William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)
Poems of William Shakespeare
|364.||Sonnets LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made||1/1/2004|
|365.||Sonnets LX: Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor||1/1/2004|
|366.||Sonnets to the Sundry Notes of Music||3/30/2010|
|371.||Sonnets XCIV: They that have power to hurt and will do none||1/1/2004|
|377.||Sonnets XIX: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws||1/1/2004|
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain