Categoria: Altri Autori

Against that time “if ever that time come” when I shall see thee frown on my defects, whenas thy love hath cast his utmost sum, called to that audit by advised respects; against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, and scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye, when love, converted from the thing … Continua a leggere Sonnet 49

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, but thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing: In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn in vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee, when I break twenty? I am perjured most, for all my … Continua a leggere Sonnet 152

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds,by unions married, do offend thine ear,they do but sweetly chide thee, who confoundsin singleness the parts that thou … Continua a leggere Sonnet 8

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, and place my merit in the eye of scorn, upon thy side against myself I’ll fight, and prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn. With mine own weakness being best acquainted, upon thy part I can set down a story of faults concealed, wherein I am … Continua a leggere Sonnet 88

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 look this learning mayst thou taste: the wrinkles which thy glass will truly show of mouthèd graves will give thee memory; thoy by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst … Continua a leggere Sonnet 77

Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, and like enough thou know’st thy estimate; the charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; my bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,and for that riches where is my deserving?The cause of this fair gift in me is … Continua a leggere Sonnet 87

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, and yet methinks I have astronomy; but not to tell of good or evil luck, of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality; nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind, or say with princes if it shall go … Continua a leggere Sonnet 14

Full many a glorious morning have I seen flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, kissing with golden face the meadows green, gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack on his celestial face, and from the forlorn world his visage hide, stealing unseen to west with … Continua a leggere Sonnet 33