The Sonnets XXIII - As an unperfect actor on the stage
By William Shakespeare
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strengths abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of loves rite,
And in mine own loves strength seem to decay,
Oerchargd with burthen of mine own loves might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more expressd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to loves fine wit.