O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
(Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write)
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So, either by thy picture or my love,Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
William Shakespeare
Cock-crow at Christmas Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad The nights are wholesome then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
William Shakespeare
Thou hast nor youth nor age But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both.
William Shakespeare
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
William Shakespeare
Take that, to end thy agony.
William Shakespeare
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