Explore "Shakespeare's Sonnets" by William Shakespeare on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts: If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.