Shall I compare thee to a Brewer’s Dray? Sonnet XVIII

Posted on April 19, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Shall I compare thee to a brewer’s dray?

Thou art not the sort to take that too well;

So, upon your face I shall not now dwell,

And be careful here what I deign to say,

Or shall not see the darling buds of May.

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