Sonnet 13 by William ShakespeareO that you were your self! but, love, you areNo longer yours than you yourself here live;Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet semblance to some other give:So should that beauty w...

Sonnet 16 by William ShakespeareBut wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant Time,And fortify yourself in your decayWith means more blessed than my barren rhyme?Now stand you on the top of happy hours,...