Sonnet 108 Camilo Alandia, Escuela Nacional de Teatro, Bolivia

Escuela Nacional de Teatro Bolivia Sonnet CVIII What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What’s new to speak, what new to register, That may express my love or thy dear merit? Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine, I must, each day say o’er the very same, Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, Even as when first I hallow’d thy fair name. So that eternal love in love’s fresh case Weighs not the dust and inju