Sonnet 65


Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, no boundless sea



Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,

How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out

Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days,

When rocks impregnable are not so stout,

Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays?

O fearful meditation! where, alack,

Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?

Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?

Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?

O, none, unless this miracle have might,

That in black ink my love may still shine bright.


The Artist: Church of Best Ever

Since meeting in late 2008, the pair have developed a style that combines traditional painterly techniques with intricate aerosol realism. Influenced as much by Schiele and Klimt as by their combined experience as graffiti writers, BEST | EVER execute sensitive subject matters such as death, disease and mental illness with soul and wisdom that belies their youth.

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