Sonnet # 24 by William Shakespeare Mouse Pad

SONNET XXIV Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective it is the painter's art. For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies; Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes. Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee; Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art; They draw but what they see, know not the heart. Many features may be customized, such as border and background colours. Images may be resized or moved, and many products are available in a number of pre-edited variations. Please browse the category to see all options. Images courtesy of various public domain archives, including FromOldBooks.org and OldBookArt.com. Visit OldBookArt. Any images found there may be saved to your computer, and uploaded here to customize any of these products in any manner you wish. There are thousands of variations of the poems and images. The best way to browse is to go to a specific sonnet or poem by an author on the sidebar menu, then use the drop down menu to narrow by product type. You can then see all the images available on that product type. Click the drop down menu to show more items per page if there are more than 20. to return to the home page of the here at