| Shakespeare Sonnet |
| 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, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. |
| Author : William Shakespeare |
| Published : Unknown |
| Classification : Book |
| Age Ratings : Teens(11yrs - 17yrs) |
| Category : Thriller |
| Number of Pages : 72 |
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