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Sonnet a DaySonnet 154 - CLIV The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the General of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 021 - XXI So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare, That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. O! let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well; I will not praise that purpose not to sell. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 075 - LXXV So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure: Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 058 - LVIII That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! O! let me suffer, being at your beck, The imprison'd absence of your liberty; And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check, Without accusing you of injury. Be where you list, your charter is so strong That you yourself may privilege your time To what you will; to you it doth belong Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime. I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 148 - CXLVIII O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no, How can it? O! how can Love's eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then, though I mistake my view; The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears. O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 135 - CXXXV Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus; More than enough am I that vexed thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, And in abundance addeth to his store; So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will One will of mine, to make thy large will more. Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill; Think all but one, and me in that one Will. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 109 - CIX O! never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify, As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels, I return again; Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe though in my nature reigned, All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 063 - LXIII Against my love shall be as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn; When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night; And all those beauties whereof now he's king Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring; For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life: His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Assoc for Scottish Literature…we turned it over, read easily One Pound, but then the shock of Latin, like a gloss, Respublica Scotorum, sent across such ages as we guessed but never found…“‘The Coin’… slips infinite riches of cognitive possibility into the reader’s mental pockets”4/12<a href="https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2007/11/new-currency-or-old-the-coin-by-edwin-morgan/" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2007/11/new-currency-or-old-the-coin-by-edwin-morgan/</a><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Scottish" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Scottish</a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/literature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#literature</a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poetry</a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/EdwinMorgan" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#EdwinMorgan</a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 002 - II When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 102 - CII My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming, The owner's tongue doth publish every where. Our love was new, and then but in the spring, When I was wont to greet it with my lays; As Philomel in summer's front doth sing, And stops his pipe in growth of riper days: Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue: Because I would not dull you with my song. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 027 - XXVII Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 074 - LXXIV But be contented when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review The very part was consecrate to thee: The earth can have but earth, which is his due; My spirit is thine, the better part of me: So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, The prey of worms, my body being dead; The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, Too base of thee to be remembered. The worth of that is that which it contains, And that is this, and this with thee remains. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 128 - CXXVIII How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 007 - VII Lo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong youth in his middle age, Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, Attending on his golden pilgrimage: But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are From his low tract, and look another way: So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 119 - CXIX What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw myself to win! What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted, In the distraction of this madding fever! O benefit of ill! now I find true That better is by evil still made better; And ruined love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuked to my content, And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

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Sonnet a DaySonnet 015 - XV When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with decay To change your day of youth to sullied night, And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 070 - LXX That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thy worth the greater being wooed of time; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime. Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days Either not assailed, or victor being charged; Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, To tie up envy, evermore enlarged, If some suspect of ill masked not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

Sonnet a DaySonnet 065 - LXV Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright. bot by <a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@davidaugust</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sonnet</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#poem</a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Shakespeare</a>

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