1. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 17

2. Who will believe my verse in time to come

3. If it were filled with your most high deserts? If it were filled with your most high deserts?

4. Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb

5. Which hides your life and shows not half your parts

6. If I could write the beauty of your eyes eyes

7. And in fresh numbers number all your graces And in fresh numbers number all your graces

8. The age to come would say, “ This poet lies:

9. Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces” Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces”

10. So should my papers, yellowed with their age

11. Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue,

12. And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage

13. And stretchèd metre of an antique song:

14. But were some child of yours alive that time, But were some child of yours alive that time,

15. You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.

16. The Shakespearean sonnet project by Giulia Lavarda, January 2008