Shakespeare's Sonnets Navigator | Summary of Sonnet 17 in the Table of Contents | Notes for Sonnet 17 |
1 Who will believe my verse in time to come 2 If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? 3 Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb 4 Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. 5 If I could write the beauty of your eyes, 6 And in fresh numbers number all your graces, 7 The age to come would say, "This poet lies, 8 Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces." 9 So should my papers (yellowed with their age) 10 Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue, 11 And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage, 12 And stretched metre of an antique song: 13 But were some child of yours alive that time, 14 You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.
|
|
<<< Previous | Next >>> |