Sonnet 106 Sonnet 106 Sonetto 106 Soneto 106 Сонет 106 十四行詩 106

When in the chronicle of wasted time When in the chronicle of wasted time

I see descriptions of the fairest wights, I see descriptions of the fairest wights,

And beauty making beautiful old rime,

In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,

Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,

Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,

I see their antique pen would have express’d

Even such a beauty as you master now.

So all their praises are but prophecies

Of this our time, all you prefiguring;

And for they looked but with divining eyes,

They had not skill enough your worth to sing

For we, which now behold these present days,

Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.