اشعار

By reeds in rank here rests a rodent king;

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws

When I consider everything that grows

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face

Let the bird of loudest lay