O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.'
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.'
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
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by Shakespeare May 25, 2004
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A beautiful girl thats outgoing and fun.
She always has the time to make people smile, even if her own life is busy. She has beautiful chocolate brown skin with beautiful brown eyes. Shes just irresistible! She cares about everyone and everything and is very hard to let go.
Shes smart, funny, and most of all. Just. Perfect
Thats Sonnet 😉
A beautiful girl thats outgoing and fun.
She always has the time to make people smile, even if her own life is busy. She has beautiful chocolate brown skin with beautiful brown eyes. Shes just irresistible! She cares about everyone and everything and is very hard to let go.
Shes smart, funny, and most of all. Just. Perfect
Thats Sonnet 😉
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by sir climer the great May 11, 2017
Get the SONNET mug.Similar to a Shakespearean sonnet, the sus sonnet is one of 4 major types of sonnets in poetry. The sus sonnet is the final embodiment of poetry and human intellect so there are no restrictions to how it is written.
Artists such as Kanye East and DigBarGayRaps have able to combine poetry and rap in their gay freestyles.
Artists such as Kanye East and DigBarGayRaps have able to combine poetry and rap in their gay freestyles.
"He lick my dick and the cum start dripping
I took a bite out of his ass, it tastes like lemon pepper chicken
He throw me up in the air, my booty flipping
He dug in his balls in my booty like he Scotty Pippen" -DigBarGayRaps
Although a rhymed verse is not required, it is present in this sus sonnet. These lines are the pinnacle of mankind and truly masterful.
I took a bite out of his ass, it tastes like lemon pepper chicken
He throw me up in the air, my booty flipping
He dug in his balls in my booty like he Scotty Pippen" -DigBarGayRaps
Although a rhymed verse is not required, it is present in this sus sonnet. These lines are the pinnacle of mankind and truly masterful.
by Funny.YellowDog December 9, 2021
Get the sus sonnet mug.Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
by Shakespeare May 25, 2004
Get the Sonnet 151 mug.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:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
by Shakespeare May 25, 2004
Get the Sonnet 1 mug.When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
by Shakespeare May 25, 2004
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