Disegni: Diego Romano  


Sonetto 22


My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thau are of one date;
But when in thee timeís furrows I behold
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How ken I then be elder than thou art?
O therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself,but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain:
Thou gavíst me thine not to give back again .