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    William Shakespeare - Sonnet 54 - Princess Grace Of Monaco


    by poetictouch

    Princess Grace Of Monaco reads Shakespeare's Sonnet 54, omitting the concluding couplet.

    Sonnet 54
    by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

    O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
    By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
    The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
    For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
    The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
    As the perfumèd tincture of the roses,
    Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
    When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses;
    But, for their virtue only is their show,
    They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade,
    Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
    Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
    And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
    When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.