My very first sonnet

Posted by Willie on Fri 24 Nov 17 in Guest Author |


This is my very first sonnet.  I  pray that it pleaseth!


From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:
   Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
   To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

Pretty cool, huh?

© 2017, Willie. All rights reserved.

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Originally posted 2017-10-22 05:02:05.


I am an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. I am called England's national poet, and the "Bard of Avon".

In my free time, I like long walks on the beach, pina colada and getting lost in the rain.

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