William Shakespeare,
Sonnet 1 |
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| From fairest creatures we desire increase, |
| That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, |
| But as the riper should by time decease, |
| His tender heir might bear his memory. |
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| But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, |
| Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, |
| Making a famine where abundance lies, |
| Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. |
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| Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament. |
| And only herald to the gaudy spring, |
| Whithin thine own bud buriest thy content |
| And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. |
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| Pity the world, or else this glutton be, |
| To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee. |
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Author of this English poem is William
Shakespeare (*1564-04-13 - †1616-05-03). |
