/lit/ - Literature

What's your favorite sonnet? I've been reading a lot of Shakespeare again lately, and Sonnets XV and XIX really stand out to me.
Sonnet XVI
>But wherefore do not you a mightier way
>Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
>And fortify your self in your decay
>With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
>Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
>And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
>With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
>Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
>So should the lines of life that life repair,
>Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
>Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
>Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
>To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,
>And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
Sonnet XIX
>Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
>And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
>Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
>And burn the long-liv'd Phoenix in her blood;
>Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
>And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
>To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
>But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:
>O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
>Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!
>Him in thy course untainted do allow
>For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
>Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong
>My love shall in my verse ever live young.