Sonnet CXCII
Let not stone-cold judgment thy love denyFor the summer of thy youth tis not lost:Make sweet melody; all darkness defyWhere beauty strengthens, when life’s dreams be tossed. Bow thy head not to the capricious moon,Who shifts mindlessly without compassion,That regret itself tis inopportune,And futile anguish seems out of fashion; Bear thy nakedness to the morning […]
Sonnet CXCI
Who can hold a candle to thee lady?To ponder thee is beauty manifest:Thy sinewed limbs climb to heights unshady,And fortune’s pride hath held thee at her breast. Oft the light within thee ignites true love,And this sunrise in thine eyes kindles gold;That worlds hold dear nature’s ebony dove, Thy gifts now heroic stories retold. For thy […]