Sonnet a Day<p>Sonnet 106 - CVI <br>When in the chronicle of wasted time <br>I see descriptions of the fairest wights, <br>And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, <br>In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, <br>Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, <br>Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, <br>I see their antique pen would have express'd <br>Even such a beauty as you master now. <br>So all their praises are but prophecies <br>Of this our time, all you prefiguring; <br>And for they looked but with divining eyes, <br>They had not skill enough your worth to sing: <br>For we, which now behold these present days, <br>Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. </p><p>bot by <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>davidaugust</span></a></span> </p><p><a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>sonnet</span></a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poem</span></a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Shakespeare</span></a></p>