The Poets Pluck William Shakespear

NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGMENT PLUCK In fact those eyes has made standard of this crime As the skin and clothes may be the label of its guise WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF WASTED TIME WHAT'S IN THE BRAIN THAT INK MAY CHARACTER Blending on the abstract frame I play in gray The eyes might be shameless of its judgement HOW CAREFUL WAS I WHEN I TOOK MY WAY WHY IS MY VERSE... Playing such a wise word, on this early age Rattling discordant note, hide the true drama The shadow acts AS AN UNPERFECT ACTOR ON THE STAGE