Thursday, July 29, 2010

Sonnet 2

When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow,
And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,
Thy youthes proud livery so gaz'd on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of smal worth held:
Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies,
To say within thine owne deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftlesse praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauties use,
If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine,
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse
Prooving his beautie by succession thine,
This were to be new made when thou art ould,
And see thy blood warme when thou feel'st it cold.

1 comment:

  1. Was Shakespeare so vapid as to only concern himself with the outside appearance. To give so much importance to reflection in a mirror which does indeed age and become less attractive. Attractive serves its procreational purpose, the pretty girls who "marry young and then retire" but what value to give offspring values which last a lifetime. Kindness, humor, love and intellect etc. So much more important, more durable!

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