Sunday, May 06, 2007

Sonnet 81 ~ Shakespeare

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgottten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die;
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead.
You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen,
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

I love it ... enjoy!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow!
Esta magnífico!
Me gustó mucho de verdad!!

Besos desde México
Lore

Dr. James Wilson said...

Hola!

Soló entiendo un poco de Espanol ...

Muchas gracias ... al senor Shakespeare!

Y gracias por tú noticia ...

Correcto?

Anonymous said...

Correct!
But.. better I'll write in English

haha
Bye:):)
Lore

Dr. James Wilson said...

Thanks for switching back to English, Lore!

Really appreciated!