Author: William Shakespeare

For shame, deny that thou bear’st love to any Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, […]

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I […]

Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, […]

Ah, wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, […]

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, […]

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

Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjur’d, murd’rous, […]

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

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm’d […]

Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and […]