William Shakespeare

"My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun;     Coral is far more red, than her lips red:     If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;"

"No longer mourn for me when I am dead     Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell     Give warning to the world that I am fled     From this"

"Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,     When I am sometime absent from thy heart,     Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,     For"

"Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain     Full characterd with lasting memory,     Which shall above that idle rank remain,     Beyond all"

"Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,     The dear respose for limbs with travel tird;     But then begins a journey in my head     To work m"

"If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,     Injurious distance should not stop my way;     For then despite of space I would be brought,"

"Why is my verse so barren of new pride,     So far from variation or quick change?     Why with the time do I not glance aside     To new-found"

"For shame! deny that thou bearst love to any,     Who for thy self art so unprovident.     Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belovd of many,"

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds     Admit impediments. Love is not love     Which alters when it alteration finds,     Or bends with t"

"But be contented: when that fell arrest     Without all bail shall carry me away,     My life hath in this line some interest,     Which for me"

"Dedication     TO THE     RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,     Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.     The love I dedicate to your"

"Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,     Which I by lacking have supposed dead;     And there reigns Love, and all Loves loving parts,     A"

"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,     For as you were when first your eye I eyd,     Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,"

"O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem     By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.     The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem"

"Against my love shall be as I am now,     With Times injurious hand crushd and oerworn;     When hours have draind his blood and filld his"

"The forward violet thus did I chide:     Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,     If not from my loves breath? The purpl"

"Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;     Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,     Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,"

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold     When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang     Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,"

"Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,     And with his presence grace impiety,     That sin by him advantage should achieve,     And lac"

"From you have I been absent in the spring,     When proud-pied April, dressd in all his trim,     Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,"

"O! call not me to justify the wrong     That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;     Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:     Use p"

"How careful was I when I took my way,     Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,     That to my use it might unused stay     From hands of fa"

"Then let not winters ragged hand deface,     In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilld:     Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place"

"Music to hear, why hearst thou music sadly?     Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:     Why lovst thou that which thou receivst"

"O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,     The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,     That did not better for my life provide     Than publ"

"How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame     Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,     Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!"

"If thy soul check thee that I come so near,     Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,     And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;"

"Who is it that says most, which can say more,     Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you?     In whose confine immured is the store"

"Or I shall live your epitaph to make,     Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;     From hence your memory death cannot take,     Although"

"Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,     My sinful earth these rebel powers array,     Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,     Pa"

"Weret aught to me I bore the canopy,     With my extern the outward honouring,     Or laid great bases for eternity,     Which proves more sho"

"Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend     Upon thy self thy beautys legacy?     Natures bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,     And bei"

"What is your substance, whereof are you made,     That millions of strange shadows on you tend?     Since every one, hath every one, one shade,"

"Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,     That having such a scope to show her pride,     The argument, all bare, is of more worth     Than"

"Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,     Some in their wealth, some in their bodys force,     Some in their garments though new-fang"

"Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long,     To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?     Spendst thou thy fury on some worthle"

"So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,     Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,     The which he will not every hour survey,     For"

"Let not my love be calld idolatry,     Nor my beloved as an idol show,     Since all alike my songs and praises be     To one, of one, still s"

"Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said     Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,     Which but to-day by feeding is allayd,     To-mo"

"How heavy do I journey on the way,     When what I seek, my weary travels end,     Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,     Thus far"

"When my love swears that she is made of truth,     I do believe her though I know she lies,     That she might think me some untutord youth,"

"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought     I summon up remembrance of things past,     I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,     And"

"O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,     Which have no correspondence with true sight;     Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,"

"Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;     And that which governs me to go about     Doth part his function and is partly blind,     Seems s"