Categoria: Canzoniere-Shakespeare

But be contented when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away;My life hath in this line some interest,Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.When thou reviewest this, thou dost reviewThe very part was consecrate to thee; The earth can have but earth, which is his due,My spirit is thine, the better part … Continua a leggere Sonnet 74

Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill’d with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your life and shows not half your parts.If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say ‘This poet lies:Such … Continua a leggere Sonnet 17

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,And moan … Continua a leggere Sonnet 30

From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory;But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.Thou, that art now the … Continua a leggere Sonnet 1

My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still, while comments of your praise, richly compiled, reserve their character with golden quill and precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I think good thoughts whilst other write good words, and, like unlettered clerk, still cry “Amen” to every hymn that able spirit affords in polished form … Continua a leggere Sonnet 85

Or I shall live your epitaph to make, or you survive when I in earth am rotten, from hence your memory death cannot take, although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have, though I, once gone, to all the world must die; the earth can yield me … Continua a leggere Sonnet 81

Against my love shall be as I am now with Time’s injurious hand crushed and o’erworn, when hours have drained his blood and filled his brow with lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night, and all those beauties whereof now he’s king are vanishing, or vanished out of … Continua a leggere Sonnet 63

Against that time “if ever that time come” when I shall see thee frown on my defects, whenas thy love hath cast his utmost sum, called to that audit by advised respects; against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, and scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye, when love, converted from the thing … Continua a leggere Sonnet 49

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, but thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing: In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn in vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee, when I break twenty? I am perjured most, for all my … Continua a leggere Sonnet 152

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds,by unions married, do offend thine ear,they do but sweetly chide thee, who confoundsin singleness the parts that thou … Continua a leggere Sonnet 8