SONNET-11 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st, Thou mayst
SCENE I. Venice. A street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIOANTONIOIn sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it,