O, how I faint when I of you do write, |
| Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, |
| And in the praise thereof spends all his might, |
| To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame! |
| But since your worth, wide as the ocean is, |
| The humble as the proudest sail doth bear, |
| My saucy bark inferior far to his |
| On your broad main doth wilfully appear. |
| Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, |
| Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride; |
| Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat, |
| He of tall building and of goodly pride: |
| Then if he thrive and I be cast away, |
| The worst was this; my love was my decay. |
Saturday
shakespeare
My favorite sonnet of Shakespeare!!!!
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