Sonnet 127 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart) #ASonnetADay

Note: Sir Patrick didn’t read this Sonnet on his Twitter account in 2020 but he did it for the in 2012. Sonnet 127 by William Shakespeare In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name; But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on Nature’s power, Fairing the foul with Art’s false borrowed face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black, Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack, Sland’ring creation with a false esteem: Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe, That every tongue says beauty should look so. • ─────────────────────^