”Alack, what poverty”

Reasonless are those
lines that speak of you, my muse —
spotless perfection.1

© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved.

Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623.

  1. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,— Sonnet CIII – William Shakespeare ↩

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