Monday, September 22, 2014
Sonnet 53 (in memory of William Shakespeare)
What is your substance, whereof are you made
That million of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend:
Describe Adonis and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set
And you in Grecian tire are painted new:
Speak of the spring and foison of the year
The one doth shadow of your beauty show
The other as your bounty doth appear
And yew in every blessed shape we know
In external grace you have some parts
But you like none none you for constant heart.
A poem written by William Shakespeare, an English playwright and poet of the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries.