Sonnet # 32 by William Shakespeare Button

SONNET XXXII If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.' 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