[color="#fafafa"]Not mine own[/color] fears, [color="#fafafa"]nor the prophetic soul[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]Of the wide world[/color] dreaming [color="#fafafa"]on things to come,[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]Can yet the lease of my[/color] true [color="#fafafa"]love control,[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]Supposed as forfeit to a confined[/color] doom[color="#fafafa"].[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]The mortal moon hath her[/color] eclipse [color="#fafafa"]endured,[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]And the sad augurs mock[/color] their [color="#fafafa"]own presage;[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]Incertainties now crown themselves[/color] assured[color="#fafafa"],[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]And peace proclaims olives of[/color] endless [color="#fafafa"]age.[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]Now with the drops of this most balmy[/color] time,
[color="#fafafa"]My love looks fresh, and Death[/color] to [color="#fafafa"]me subscribes,[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]Since, spite of him, I'll live in[/color] this [color="#fafafa"]poor rhyme,[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]While he insults o'er dull and[/color] speechless [color="#fafafa"]tribes:[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]   And thou in this shalt find thy[/color] monument,
[color="#fafafa"]   When tyrants' crests and[/color] tombs [color="#fafafa"]of brass are spent.[/color]
[color="#fafafa"]–William [/color]Shake[color="#fafafa"]speare[/color]