William Shakespeare

"Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,     As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;     For well thou knowst to my dear doting heart"

"Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye     And all my soul, and all my every part;     And for this sin there is no remedy,     It is so grou"

"Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,     Wherein I should your great deserts repay,     Forgot upon your dearest love to call,     Whereto"

"Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:     A maid of Dians this advantage found,     And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep     In a c"

"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,     So do our minutes hasten to their end;     Each changing place with that which goes before"

"Is it thy will, thy image should keep open     My heavy eyelids to the weary night?     Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,     Whil"

"My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,     While comments of your praise richly compild,     Reserve their character with golden quill"

"If there be nothing new, but that which is     Hath been before, how are our brains beguild,     Which labouring for invention bear amiss"

"Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,     But sad mortality oersways their power,     How with this rage shall beauty hold a pl"

"Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,     And I will comment upon that offence:     Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,"

"Those lines that I before have writ do lie,     Even those that said I could not love you dearer:     Yet then my judgment knew no reason why"

"When I consider every thing that grows     Holds in perfection but a little moment,     That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows     Wh"

"How can I then return in happy plight,     That am debarred the benefit of rest?     When days oppression is not easd by night,     But day"

"Full many a glorious morning have I seen     Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,     Kissing with golden face the meadows green,"

"From fairest creatures we desire increase,     That thereby beautys rose might never die,     But as the riper should by time decease,     His"

"FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid"

"WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When"

"WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cucko"

"When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo the"

"Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as"

"When in the chronicle of wasted time     I see descriptions of the fairest wights,     And beauty making beautiful old rime,     In praise of l"

"Tis better to be vile than vile esteemd,     When not to be receives reproach of being;     And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemd"

"Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,     That they behold, and see not what they see?     They know what beauty is, see where it"

"In loving thee thou knowst I am forsworn,     But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;     In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith tor"

"Not marble, nor the gilded monuments     Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;     But you shall shine more bright in these contents"

"Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch     One of her featherd creatures broke away,     Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch"

"As a decrepit father takes delight     To see his active child do deeds of youth,     So I, made lame by Fortunes dearest spite,     Take all"

"Being your slave what should I do but tend,     Upon the hours, and times of your desire?     I have no precious time at all to spend;     Nor"

"When I do count the clock that tells the time,     And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;     When I behold the violet past prime,     An"

"O! lest the world should task you to recite     What merit lived in me, that you should love     After my death, dear love, forget me quite,"

"Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,     Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,     Have put on black and loving mourners be,     Lo"

"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,     As to behold desert a beggar born,     And needy nothing trimmd in jollity,     And purest"

"Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;     What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?     No love, my love, that thou mayst true l"

"As an unperfect actor on the stage,     Who with his fear is put beside his part,     Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,     Whos"

"Devouring time, blunt thou the lions paws,     And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;     Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tigers"

"Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,     My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;     But now my gracious numbers are decayd,     And my sick"

"I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,     And therefore mayst without attaint oerlook     The dedicated words which writers use     Of the"

"O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,     When thou art all the better part of me?     What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?"

"Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,     And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;     More than enough am I that vexd thee still,"

"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 untutor'd youth,"

"In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,     For they in thee a thousand errors note;     But tis my heart that loves what they despise,"

"But do thy worst to steal thyself away,     For term of life thou art assured mine;     And life no longer than thy love will stay,     For it"

"Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,     Bound for the prize of all too precious you,     That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhear"

"Or whether doth my mind, being crownd with you,     Drink up the monarchs plague, this flattery?     Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith tr"

"But wherefore do not you a mightier way     Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?     And fortify your self in your decay     With means more"

"Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;     Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;     Both grace and faults are lovd of more and"

"Alas! tis true, I have gone here and there,     And made my self a motley to the view,     Gord mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dea"

"Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press     My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;     Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express"

"Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,     When I against myself with thee partake?     Do I not think on thee, when I forgot     Am of my s"

"As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growst,     In one of thine, from that which thou departest;     And that fresh blood which youngly th"

"How like a winter hath my absence been     From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!     What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!"

"Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,     When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,     Before these bastard signs of fair were born,"

"No more be grievd at that which thou hast done:     Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:     Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and su"

"Whats in the brain, that ink may character,     Which hath not figurd to thee my true spirit?     Whats new to speak, what now to register,"

"Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,     How to divide the conquest of thy sight;     Mine eye my heart thy pictures sight would bar,     M"

"A womans face with natures own hand painted,     Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;     A womans gentle heart, but not acquainted"

"O truant Muse what shall be thy amends     For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyd?     Both truth and beauty on my love depends;     So dost t"

"Like as, to make our appetite more keen,     With eager compounds we our palate urge;     As, to prevent our maladies unseen,     We sicken to"

"Those parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view     Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;     All tongues, the voice of souls, gi"

"Lo! in the orient when the gracious light     Lifts up his burning head, each under eye     Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,     Serving"