Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

Sonnet lv.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

But sad mortality o'ersways their power,

How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

Sonnet lxv.

And art made tongue-tied by authority.

Sonnet lxvi.

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,