Posted by meg on January 22, 19101 at 16:19:00:
okay, my english final has arrived and to p it ,and to p it well I have to be able to find the meaning in a sonnet of my choice...I have chosen sonnet number 17. I would greatly appreciate any help you can give to me...even if its just you telling me what it means to you...thank you!
#17
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice -- in it and in my rime.