Disegni: Diego Romano  
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - SONETTI

 


Sonetto 13


   
     


O that you were yourself, but love you are
No 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 which you hold in lease
Find no determination, then you were
Yourself again after yourself decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy guts of winterís day
And barren rage of deathís eternal cold?
O none but unthrifts, dear my love you know,
You had a father,let your sun say so.

 





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