Sonnet LIII (William Shakespeare Poems)
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy ...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven with ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,' ...
If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled, Which, labouring for ...
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to ...
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the ...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with ...
How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows ...
When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall, ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They ...
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in ...
O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my ...
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth ...
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and ...
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my ...
Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune ...
How can my muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
THEY that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
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