"Sonnet 1" by William Shakespeare

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My voice is feeling recovered enough to do at least some small works. Billy boy's Sonnets are very much short enough to get back into it. I'm not entirely sure I have the right quality of voice for Shakespeare though, so the first few here are very much experimental. If it is not working well I will find something else to do, but if it does work well I will also do the more substantial of his poems at some point.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decrease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.