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Shakespeare’s Sonnet #1, Read by David Hurley

July 21, 2012 David Hurley 0

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’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, [Read more…]