Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against that time (if ever that time come)
... ge of mine own desert,And this my hand against my self uprearTo guard the lawful reasons on thy part ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live
... h through lively veins,For she hath no exchequer now but his,And proud of many, lives upon his gains ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth
... there appears a faceThat over-goes my blunt invention quite,Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there
... e I never more will grindOn newer proof, to try an older friend,A god in love, to whom I am confin'd ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: As a decrepit father takes delight
... y glory live: Look what is best, that best I wish in thee, This wish I have, then ten times happy me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: As an unperfect actor on the stage
... breast,Who plead for love and look for recompenceMore than that tongue that more hath more express't ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
... rld away:Let those whom nature hath not made for store,Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
... tell me so,As testy sick-men when their deaths be near,No news but health from their physicians know ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
... rs suppose,But like a sad slave stay and think of noughtSave where you are, how happy you make those ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
... my friend and me!Is 't not enough to torture me aloneBut slave to slav'ry my sweet'st friend must be ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
... th me,For thou nor farther than my thoughts can'st move,And I am still with them, and they with thee ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: But be contented when that fell arrest
... rms, my body being dead,The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,Too base of thee to be remembè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: But do thy worst to steal thy self away
... Oh what a happy title do I find,Happy to have thy love, happy to die! But what's so blessè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
... l or my pupil pen)Neither in inward worth nor outward fairCan make you live your self in eyes of men ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
... hy service to despise,When all my best doth worship thy defect,Commanded by the motion of thine eyes ...
