Sonnet # 16 by William Shakespeare Magnet

SONNET XVI But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair, Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, Neither in inward worth nor outward fair, Can make you live yourself in eyes of men. To give away yourself keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. Many features may be customized, such as border and background colors. Images may be resized or moved, and many products are available in a number of pre-edited variations. Please browse the category to see all options. Images courtesy of various public domain archives, including FromOldBooks.org and OldBookArt.com. Visit OldBookArt. Any images found there may be saved to your computer, and uploaded here to customize any of these products in any manner you wish. There are thousands of variations of the poems and images. The best way to browse is to go to a specific sonnet or poem by an author on the sidebar menu, then use the drop down menu to narrow by product type. You can then see all the images available on that product type. Click the drop down menu to show more items per page if there are more than 20. to return to the home page of the here at