<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul<br>Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come<br>Can yet the lease of my true love control,<br>Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.<br>The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,<br>And the sad augurs mock their own presage;<br>Incertainties now crown themselves assured,<br>And peace proclaims olives of endless age.<br>Now with the drops of this most balmy time<br>My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,<br>Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme,<br>While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes;<br> And thou in this shalt find thy monument,<br> When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shakespeare">William Shakespeare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539123" data-title="Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul de William Shakespeare" data-description="Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own..."></div> </div> </div>

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