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Soneto XVII Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, `This poet lies: Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.’ So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage And stretched metre of na antigue song: But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme. William Shakespeare
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 03:52:02 +0000

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