From fa 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,
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 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.
Format | :Kitap |
Barkod | :9786257645201 |
Yayın Tarihi | :2021-03-24 |
Yayın Dili | :İngilizce |
Baskı Sayısı | :1.Baskı |
Sayfa Sayısı | :75 |
Kapak | :Karton |
Kağıt | :Kitap kağıdı |
Boyut | :135 X 210 |
Yazar | : | William Shakespeare |