Excerpt from Sonnets So will the gossips ask themselves when Fame Shall set her impudent lips upon my name And make an auction for your cast-off glove. They know you not. You are a brooding dove, Whose spirit, fearful of the world's sharp flame, Nestles unto the goodness whence it came, And hath nor wish to range nor will to rove. Yet, that through dusty Time you may not pass Unpictured, unenshrined, or unadored. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.