When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
(Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow)
More Quotes from William Shakespeare:The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past.
Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd . ... He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
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