O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O! though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
Shakespeare put so much meaning into so few words. I don't know how he did it but its cool.
ReplyDeleteI did sonnet #2 in voice to guitar if you want to take a peek its on my blog. It's a few posts down.
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Feel the same ..!! :)
ReplyDeleteand am following your blog .. its really interesting !! :)