✕
Sonnet 2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Song details
Give a shoutout to SilentRebel83
Contributors:
Help to translate
site activity
New translation
Russian → Bashkir
New collection
New comment
Comments 5
It is necessary to make an amendment (in the 1st line):
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow --->
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow.
corrected.
Thank you, dear colleague, for your mention. However, the wrong line remained.
I repeate: the correct word - besiege, not beseige.
oh sorry about that. I made sure it was done this time :)
Don't worry. :*)