<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet # 50 William Shakespeare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas in merry olde England many a year ago<br>The bard weaved his sort'd tales<br>Of tragedy, revenge, love and comedy<br>Of each twas said he knew'th all to well<br>Oh how that quill must of scratched long into the night<br>Whilst he penn'd the words his heart held so dear<br>Surrounded by the glow of candle light, illuminating<br>A solitary figure t'which the world now so reveres<br>Romance dripped from every love fill'd sonnet<br>The two sexes to him was fair game<br>For he himself twas not prejudice against amour<br>For both he could love'th just the same<br>Sweet William in history did'st thou carve thy rightful place<br>When thee took thy pen in hand and enlighten'd the human race</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+A.+Hancock">John A. Hancock</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=573236" data-title="Sonnet # 50 William Shakespeare de John A. Hancock" data-description="Twas in merry olde England many a year ago The bard weaved his sort'd tales Of tragedy, revenge, love and comedy Of each twas said he knew'th all to well Oh how that quill must of scratched long into the night Whilst he penn'd the words his heart ..."></div> </div> </div>

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