Sonnet 1 - The Cheers Cheers

Lyrics by：William Shakespeare

Composed by：王晓宇

From fairest creatures we desire increase

That thereby beauty's rose might never die

But as the riper should by time decease

His tender heir might bear his memory

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes

Feed'st thy light's flame with self substantial fuel

Making a famine where abundance lies

Thyself thy foe to thy sweet self too cruel

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

And only herald to the gaudy spring

Within thine own bud buriest thy content

And tender churl makest waste in niggarding

Pity the world or else this glutton be

To eat the world's due by the grave and thee