#sonnet60

[damarisasctt]

I think about Sonnet 60 (& my wasted youth) a lot. ♥️♥️♥️ Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. #sonnet60 #shakespeare #cantgetenough of that #iambicpentameter #mydudes https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxyhs5Xl1Pb/?igshid=1g1qy5f5axhgl

[christophermasonnewyork]

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Motion of the Ocean. "Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore/So do our minutes hasten to their end;/ Each changing place with that which goes before,/In sequent toil all forwards do contend." #shakespeare #favoritesonnets #sonnet60 #motionoftheocean #easthampton #summersleasehathalltooshortadate (at East Hampton, Long Island)

[givemetheunexpected]

Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do content. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to time in hope my verses shall stand, Praising the worth, despite his cruel hand.

William Shakespeare