Author: William Shakespeare

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within […]

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty […]

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when […]

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd; But then begins […]

Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that […]

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place […]

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds […]

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home […]

If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune […]

Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle […]

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim Hath put a […]

POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth My sinful earth these rebel powers array Why dost thou pine within […]

Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no […]

TH’ expense of Spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, […]

How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when […]

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence; Speak of my lameness, […]

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live. Against this […]

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence; Speak of my lameness, […]

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, […]

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body’s force, Some in […]