And why is not your most powerful war
time against bloodthirsty tyrant;
and not against you ensure decay
best means my barren rhyme?
In the peak hours you're laughing.
Uncultivated virgin gardens
They would give you living flowers,
you more like your effigy.
Would have new life in vivid strokes,
since neither my clumsy pen or a brush
They make your nobility and your beauty
in the eyes of men live.
If you surrender yourself, you will be
portrayed by your sweet skill.
Poem Author: William Shakespeare