|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Shakespeare. (15641616) (continued)|
| Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,|
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
| Sonnet lii.|
| The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem|
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
| Sonnet liv.|
| Not marble, nor the gilded monuments|
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
| Sonnet lv.|
| Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,|
But sad mortality oersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
| Sonnet lxv.|
| And art made tongue-tied by authority.|
| Sonnet lxvi.|
| And simple truth miscalld simplicity,|
And captive good attending captain ill.
| Sonnet lxvi.|
| The ornament of beauty is suspect,|
A crow that flies in heavens sweetest air.
| Sonnet lxx.|
| That time of year thou mayst in me behold,|
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruind choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
| Sonnet lxxiii.|
| Your monument shall be my gentle verse,|
Which eyes not yet created shall oer-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall livesuch virtue hath my pen
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
| Sonnet lxxxi.|
| Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.|
| Sonnet lxxxvii.|
| Do not drop in for an after-loss.|
Ah, do not, when my heart hath scapd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquerd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposd overthrow.
| Sonnet xc.|