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
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