A woman’s face, with Nature’s own hand painted, hast thou, the Master-Mistress of my passion; a woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted with shifting change, as is false women’s fashion; an eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; a man in hue all hues in his controlling, … Continua a leggere Sonnet 20
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Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed; and every fair from fair sometime declines, … Continua a leggere Sonnet 18
Sonnet 60
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 crowned,crookèd eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,and Time that gave doth now his gift confound.Time doth transfix … Continua a leggere Sonnet 60
Sonnet 122
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain full charactered with lasting memory, which shall above that idle rank remain beyond all date, even to eternity; or, at the least, so long as brain and heart have faculty by nature to subsist; till each to razed oblivion yield his part of thee, thy record never … Continua a leggere Sonnet 122
Mai Solitari
La Quinta B non è perfetta, semo così strani spesso agitati, un po’ chiacchieroni, ma in fonno in fonno semo simpatici. Intelligenti! Usamo sempre le menti nostre. Semo curiosi e divertenti e cor capello scapijato. Semo un gruppo in allegria quanno stamo in compagnia. Usamo spesso l’ironia così rabbia e ansia mannamo via. Come fiori … Continua a leggere Mai Solitari
Sonnet 126
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his sickle, hour, who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st; if Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, as thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, she keeps thee to this purpose, that … Continua a leggere Sonnet 126
Lìder ne lo sticazzismo
Sticazzi! stigrancazzi! m’arimbarza! -Embè? Io me ne sbatto li cojoni! che bello passeggià pè li rioni cò l’eco de ste perle che s’innarza. Per ogni ‘fregancazzo!’ che risòni c’è un ‘tanti cazzi ar cazzo!’ che rincarza st’osanna all’indolenza in ogni sarza a Roma è er cacio su li maccheroni. D’artronne, noi esportamo in tutto er … Continua a leggere Lìder ne lo sticazzismo
Sonnet 23
As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength’s abundance weahens his own heart: So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love’s rite, And in mine own love’s strength seem to … Continua a leggere Sonnet 23
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth’s unknown, although … Continua a leggere Sonnet 116
Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,injurious distance should not stop my way;for then despite of space I would be brought,from limits far remote, where thou dost stay.No matter then although my foot did standupon the farthest earth removed from thee;for nimble thought can jump both sea and landas soon as think the … Continua a leggere Sonnet 44