Sonnets LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made (William Shakespeare Poems)
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, ...
O NEVER say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! As easy might I ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with ...
O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, ...
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure ...
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that ...
How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use ...
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But ...
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is ...
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed: From where thou ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, every ...
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled. Make sweet some vial; treasure ...
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien ...
O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for ...
? or John Fletcher. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his ...
O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I ...
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
My glass shall not persuade me I am old So long as youth and thou are of one date; But ...
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is ...
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other, When that ...
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