Reality cons me as it spur(n)s me.
This is the road to eternal
Consanguinity, eloping with
Hope and leaving me to pick
Up the proverbial bag.
But that's the argument for.
|1609||Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)||William Shakespeare|
|1609||When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)||William Shakespeare|
|1609||Tired with all these, for restful death I cry (Sonnet 66)||William Shakespeare|
|1609||They that have power to hurt and will do none (Sonnet 94)||William Shakespeare|
|1610||Another Song [Are they shadows that we see?]||Samuel Daniel|
|1612||Break of Day||John Donne|
|1613||The Nightingale||Sir Philip Sidney|
|1614||The Character of a Happy Life||Sir Henry Wotton|