April 23 1616


On Saturday it will be 400 years since since the death of Shakespeare. Here’s one of our favourite sonnets:

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-liv’d Phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:
O, carve not with the hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

7 thoughts on “April 23 1616

    1. I have to say it’s the beginning of it that I really love, not so much the message. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws….. wonderful!
      Have you ever thought of setting a sonnet to music?

  1. I agree – they’re wonderful lines. It sounds as though you’ve got a good collaboration going – setting a sonnet to music! What’s your favourite play? Mine’s ‘The Tempest’.

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