Sonnet By Syd Shakespeare
SONNET BY SYD SHAKESPEARE
Shall I compare a tragedy to a comedy?
Tragic art’s more lovely and more temperate:
Rough minds do shake with laughing at Nuts in May,
And some comedies have all too short a sell-by date:
Sometime the plot is shy of meaning lines,
And oft is the old rich-haircut-joke dimm'd;
And every heir with hair sometime declines,
A fresh cut, keeping nature's changing hair untrimm'd:
But tragedy’s eternal superiority shall not fade
Nor lose possession of its humour edge, the lowest;
Nor shall failure brag thou wast by comedy in the shade,
When with eternal lines of fans, thou growest:
Whenever men can’t breathe, and eyes can’t see,
Then long lives this, and this gives life to tragedy.
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