Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Sad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lv...
And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...
The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxx...
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lii...
And stretched metre of an antique song.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xvii...
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...