Disegni: Diego Romano  
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - SONETTI

 


Sonetto 1


   
     

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self to cruel .
Thou that art now the world‘s fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak’st aste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

 





 

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