Poetry & Verse
Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
By William ShakespeareSource: William Shakespeare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)104 words
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love...
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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age.…
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