New sonnets from Shakespeare.
One every five minutes.
One every five minutes.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
So far from variation or quick change?
Since all alike my songs and praises be
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
And given grace a double majesty.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
At my abuses reckon up their own:
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
Unless this general evil they maintain,
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
