William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)
Poems of William Shakespeare
|364.||Sonnets LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made||1/1/2004|
|365.||Sonnets LX: Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shor||1/1/2004|
|366.||Sonnets to the Sundry Notes of Music||3/30/2010|
|371.||Sonnets XCIV: They that have power to hurt and will do none||1/1/2004|
|377.||Sonnets XIX: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws||1/1/2004|
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;