#English #XVICentury #XVIICentury
Let those who are in favour with t… Of public honour and proud titles… Whilst I, whom fortune of such tr… Unlooked for joy in that I honour… Great princes’ favourites their fa…
So is it not with me as with that… Stirred by a painted beauty to his… Who heaven it self for ornament do… And every fair with his fair doth… Making a couplement of proud compa…
Cupid laid by his brand and fell a… A maid of Dian’s this advantage f… And his love-kindling fire did qui… In a cold valley-fountain of that… Which borrowed from this holy fire…
O, how I faint when I of you do w… Knowing a better spirit doth use y… And in the praise thereof spends a… To make me tongue-tied, speaking o… But since your worth, wide as the…
O HOW much more doth beauty beau… By that sweet ornament which truth… The Rose looks fair, but fairer w… For that sweet odour which doth in… The Canker-blooms have full as de…
To be, or not to be: that is the q… Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to… The slings and arrows of outrageou… Or to take arms against a sea of t… And by opposing end them? To die:…
Who will believe my verse in time… If it were fill’d with your most h… Though yet, heaven knows, it is bu… Which hides your life and shows no… If I could write the beauty of yo…
But do thy worst to steal thyself… For term of life thou art assured… And life no longer than thy love w… For it depends upon that love of t… Then need I not to fear the worst…
Thus is his cheek the map of days… When beauty lived and died as flow… Before these bastard signs of fair… Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the d…
They that have power to hurt and w… That do not do the thing, they mos… Who, moving others, are themselves… Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation s… They rightly do inherit heaven’s g…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’… Thou art more lovely and more temp… Rough winds do shake the darling b… And summer’s lease hath all too sh… Sometime too hot the eye of heaven…
So oft have I invoked thee for my… And found such fair assistance in… As every alien pen hath got my use… And under thee their poesy dispers… Thine eyes, that taught the dumb o…
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies… Cozening the pillow of a lawful ki… Who, therefore angry, seems to par… Swelling on either side to want hi… Between whose hills her head entom…
WHEN daisies pied and violets bl…    And lady-smocks all silver-w… And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue    Do paint the meadows with de… The cuckoo then, on every tree,
In faith, I do not love thee with… For they in thee a thousand errors… But 'tis my heart that loves what… Who in despite of view is pleased… Nor are mine cars with thy tongue’…