Representative Poetry Online
On this day: July 29th
Random Poem of the Day
1 Thou art not so black as my heart,
2 Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;
3What would'st thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,
4 Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?
5 Marriage rings are not of this stuff;
6 Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough
7Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say,
8 "I'm cheap, and nought but fashion, fling me away."
9 Yet stay with me since thou art come,
10 Circle this finger's top, which did’st her thumb.
11Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me,
12She that, oh, broke her faith, would soon break thee.