Shakespeare Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time

Shakespeare Sonnet 106

When in the chronicle of wasted time

I see descriptions of the fairest wights,

And beauty making beautiful old rhyme

In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,           4


Then in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,

Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,

I see their antique pen would have expressed

Even such a beauty as you master now.                    8


So all their praises are but prophecies

Of this our time, all you prefiguring;

And, for they looked but with divining eyes,

They had not skill enough your worth to sing.          12


For we, which now behold these present days,

Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.


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