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Within thine own bud buriest thy content  
Within thine own bud buriest thy content  
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.  
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.  
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,  
  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,  
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.}}
  To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.}}


''William Shakespeare (Sonnet I)''
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  • (Posted 2016-10-07)  CPDL #41336:   
Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-10-07).   Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 187 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
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General Information

Title: From Fairest Creatures
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Description: This is from a collection in progress called "Book of Sonnets"

External websites: http://www.graymichael.com

Original text and translations

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decrease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
  To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

William Shakespeare (Sonnet I)