William Shakespeare "Sonnet 107" lyrics

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Sonnet 107

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.

The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,And the sad augurs mock their own presage;Incertainties now crown themselves assured,And peace proclaims olives of endless age.

Now with the drops of this most balmy time,My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:

And thou in this shalt find thy monument,When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

Sipi CVII

'Ikai ko hoku manavahe o'oto pe 'ikai ko e laumalie fakakikite'O e Maama laulahi ne misi ki he ngaahi me'a kaha'u'A ia 'oku te'eki'ai fakano ki hoku pule 'o 'eku 'ofa'anga mo'oniMahalo 'oku fo'i ia ki ha mala nofo ma'u.

Ma'u 'a e Mahina matea he'ene mate pea kuo ne maumau'aki mo iaMo e ngaahi kikite loto mamahi kuo hoha'a ki honau angapoto mei mu'a niPea fakaha atu 'e he melino 'a e fua'i 'olive 'o e kuonga ta'etuku.

Ka ki 'anaini mo e toi 'o e kuonga malungia niMatamata fo'ou 'eku 'ofa pea kau'i 'e he tangata Mate ka auKae hili ia 'ia te ia, teu nofo ki he tohelehele fakapikopiko niLolotonga 'oku ne talahu'i 'i ai mo e lau noa'ia mo ta'elau.

Pea ko koe ia, te ke kumi ho'o tu'u'anga1'I he faka'osi 'o e kofu'ukamea mo e makafala palasi 'a e kau kakaha!

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