William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Lx - Poem by William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.


Comments about Sonnet Lx by William Shakespeare

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 10:39:00 AM)


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

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  • Egal Bohen (2/19/2009 5:06:00 PM)


    Whats given free is taken free away
    That born of time may come, but doth not stay
    Life's gifts it seems are given by time's hand
    And such it is they never long shall stand
    And yet these simple words, where all began
    Endure, for they support a grander plan

    Thank you Will

    Egal Bohen..
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 21, 2001


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