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    William Shakespeare - Sonnet 11 - David Tennant


    by poetictouch

    David Tennant reads Shakespeare's Sonnet 11

    Sonnet 11
    by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

    As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st,
    In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
    And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
    Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
    Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
    Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
    If all were minded so, the times should cease
    And threescore year would make the world away.
    Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
    Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
    Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
    Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
    She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
    Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.