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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 of… But since your worth—wide as the o…
Ah, wherefore with infection shoul… And with his presence grace impiet… That sin by him advantage should a… And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate…
Our remedies oft in ourselves do l… Which we ascribe to heaven. The f… Gives us free scope, only doth bac… Our slow designs when we ourselves… What power is it which mounts my l…
From “A Midsummer-Night’s Dream,… PUCK sings: NOW the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
If thy soul cheque thee that I co… Swear to thy blind soul that I wa… And will, thy soul knows, is admit… Thus far for love my love-suit, sw… 'Will’ will fulfil the treasure of…
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth,… But sad mortality o’er—sways their… How with this rage shall beauty ho… Whose action is no stronger than a… O, how shall summer’s honey breath…
I never saw that you did painting… And therefore to your fair no pain… I found, or thought I found, you… The barren tender of a poet’s debt… And therefore have I slept in you…
That god forbid, that made me firs… I should in thought control your t… Or at your hand th’ account of hou… Being your vassal bound to stay yo… O, let me suffer, being at your be…
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…
Let me confess that we two must be… Although our undivided loves are o… So shall those blots that do with… Without thy help, by me be borne a… In our two loves there is but one…
Tir’d with all these, for restful… As, to behold desert a beggar born… And needy nothing trimm’d in jolli… And purest faith unhappily forswor… And gilded honour shamefully mispl…
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…
My love is strengthened, though mo… I love not less, though less the s… That love is merchandized, whose r… The owner's tongue doth publish ev… Our love was new, and then but in…
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy… Dost hold Time’s fickle glass his… Who hast by waning grown, and ther… Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet… If Nature, sovereign mistress ove…
No more be grieved at that which t… Roses have thorns, and silver foun… Clouds and eclipses stain both moo… And loathsome canker lives in swee… All men make faults, and even I i…