WilliamShakespeare
Wheninthechronicleofwastedtime
Iseedescriptionsofthefairestwights,
Andbeautymakingbeautifuloldrhyme
Inpraiseofladiesdead, andlovelyknights;
Thenintheblazonofsweetbeauty'sbest
Ofhand, offoot, oflip, ofeye, ofbrow,
Iseetheirantiquepenwouldhaveexprest
Ev'nsuchabeautyasyoumasternow.
Soalltheirpraisesarebutprophecies
Ofthisourtime, allyouprefiguring;
And, fortheylook'dbutwithdiviningeyes,
Theyhadnotkillenoughyourworthtosing:
Forwe, whichnowbeholdthesepresentdays,
Haveeyestowonder, butlacktonguestopraise.
