Sonnet #1 by Nigel Bass

Sonnet#1

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-09 15:51:57 UTC

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's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self 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 thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-09 15:57:52 UTC

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/1

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-10 15:10:14 UTC

He speaks of how beauty's rose might never die. I thought of a blue rose, one that stands out form the rest

Wither

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-10 15:12:03 UTC

(of a plant) become dry and shriveled.

Zedd- Find You

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-10 15:21:52 UTC

This song bestows the same feeling of hope for a growing fuuture

Ask Yourself

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-10 15:22:50 UTC

What would you like to become?

Hope; Aspiration

Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-10 15:27:14 UTC

Shows how Shakespeare seen the future's change for hope of a better world

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Vinc3Heartless — 2014-10-10 15:30:27 UTC

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