Sonnet 1, Yan Korolev, Timur Shahpandarov, Lyubov Shumkova, Ekaterinburg State Theatre Institute
Ekaterinburg State Theatre Institute Russia Sonnet I FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed st thy light st flame with selfsubstantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world s fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thin
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