📔 Shakespeare's Sonnets

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, / Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

Nor can thy shame give phisicke to my griefe,

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, / But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, / How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, / Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

Then beautious nigard why doost thou abuse / The bountious largesse given thee to give?

Within thine owne bud buriest thy content, / And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding: […]