Monday, May 21, 2001

Sonnet Vi Comments

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Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
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William Shakespeare
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2020

Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir. the great shakespeare and his thoughts. tony

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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