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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fourteen Lines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Old poets, torturing their thoughts to rhyme, <br>their lovely English verse to end-words tied, <br>oft found just cause to moan of 'envious Time', <br>and seek immortal fame in 'Time defied'; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for rhymesters, it is ever June, when moon<br>shines on their corn; for moralists, base love<br>may find in Plato reason to attune<br>and lift their Muse to world on world above -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and then, there's Shakespeare: from whose boundless art<br>flows liquid gold; whose words bring heaven to earth, <br>to sing love's beauty; melt the frozen heart, <br>make men to cry with joy; gods, weep with mirth: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a sonnet's span can bring one to oneself; <br>in fourteen lines, bequeath us heaven's wealth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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