When in the chronicle of wasted time...
Sonnet 106When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring; And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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When I read old tales of beautiful ladies and knights long since dead and buried, I see by the descriptions of individual parts that what the storytellers were trying to describe was in fact you, as you are now. All their praises where just prophesising this time. As the ancient writers only saw futuristic vision of you they couldn’t praise you accurately. On the other hand, we in this present day can marvel at your beauty, but can’t find the words to describe it.