Thursday, March 3, 2016

From Sonnet XXIII by william shakespeare

O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
William Shakespeare,Sonnet XXIII

No comments:

Post a Comment

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...