Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces
The age to come would say 'This poet lies
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces
So should my papers, yellowed with their age
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song
But were some child of yours alive that time
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme
TC Schultz - Sonnet 17 Lyrics
TC Schultz - Sonnet 17 Lyrics
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Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces
The age to come would say 'This poet lies
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces
So should my papers, yellowed with their age
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song
But were some child of yours alive that time
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces
The age to come would say 'This poet lies
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces
So should my papers, yellowed with their age
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song
But were some child of yours alive that time
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme
Writer: William Shakespeare
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