Just when I thought...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, that thereby beauty's rose might never dieRead more
But as the riper should by time decease, his tender heir might bear his memoryRead more
No time to waste
Within thine own bud buriest thy content and, tender churl, makest waste in niggardingRead more
Making a famine where abundance lies, thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruelRead more
Did you know that...
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament and only herald to the gaudy springRead more