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.