New sonnets from Shakespeare.
One every five minutes.

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
To follow that which flies before her face,
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
   Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
   Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.

About | More dada

This document (source) is part of Crummy, the webspace of Leonard Richardson (contact information). It was last modified on Wednesday, June 13 2012, 20:00:46 Nowhere Standard Time and last built on Saturday, April 25 2015, 14:30:06 Nowhere Standard Time.

Crummy is © 1996-2015 Leonard Richardson. Unless otherwise noted, all text licensed under a Creative Commons License.

Document tree:
Site Search: