This preview shows page 1. Sign up to view the full content.
Unformatted text preview: And then he falls, as I do Henry VIII, III(4,70) Horticultural Seasons For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there; Sap checkd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty oersnowd, and bareness everywhere; Then, were not summers distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beautys effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was; But owers distilld, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. Sonnet 5 Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,...
View Full Document
This note was uploaded on 11/18/2011 for the course HIST 302 taught by Professor Jensic during the Summer '10 term at Purdue University-West Lafayette.
- Summer '10