LX Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crownd Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beautys brow Feeds on the rarities of natures truth And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Yeah, Id say it stood pretty good. Happy Birthday Willie Shakes!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 14:23:38 +0000