- Year Published: 1609
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: England
- Source: Shakespeare, W. The sonnets. In R. G. White (Ed.), The complete works of William Shakespeare. New York: Sully and Kleinteich.
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 11.0
- Word Count: 134
Shakespeare, W. (1609). Sonnet 17. The Sonnets (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved September 30, 2016, from
Shakespeare, William. "Sonnet 17." The Sonnets. Lit2Go Edition. 1609. Web. <>. September 30, 2016.
William Shakespeare, "Sonnet 17," The Sonnets, Lit2Go Edition, (1609), accessed September 30, 2016,.
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.
So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage,
And stretched metre of an antique song.
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice in it, and in my rhyme.