Sonnet of the Procrastinator
July 5, 2008 4:54 pmWhen I consider every thing that grows
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose
Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind
The ornament of beauty is suspect
By oft predict that I in heaven find
In our two loves there is but one respect
I have no precious time at all to spend
But let your love even with my life decay
In sequent toil all forwards do contend
That Time will come and take my love away
Our love was new, and then but in the spring
O how thy worth with manners may I sing
My creation, via the Shakespeare Sonnet Shake-Up
Lyzii :
Date: July 7, 2008 @ 10:39 pm
Could you email me a good address at which to reach you? Thanks!
Dina :
Date: July 8, 2008 @ 6:19 am
Can you tip me of any good websites where I can find all shakespear poetry ?
Lindsay :
Date: July 8, 2008 @ 8:00 pm
Dina: Mr. William Shakespeare and the Internet is an excellent reference site. If you’re interested in modern-English paraphrases of the sonnets, I suggest Sparknotes.