Sonnet 54
Rhythm
O! how much
more doth beauty beauteous seem
A
By that
sweet ornament which truth doth give. B
The rose
looks fair, but fairer we it deem A
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. B
The canker blooms
have full as deep a dye C
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
D
Hang on such thorns, and play as
wantonly C
When summer´s
breath their masked buds discloses:
D
But, for
their virtue only is their show, E
They live
unwoo´d, and unrespected fade; F
Die to themselves.
Sweet roses do not so; E
Of their
sweet deaths are sweetest odours made: F
And so of
you, beauteous and lovely youth, G
When that
shall vade distills your truth. G