Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising the worth despite his cruel hand.
• This is an example of
a. A speech by Othello
b. A Petrarchan Sonnet
c. A Shakespearean Sonnet
d. An Elizabethan song