Here you will Find all the Poems and Quotations Of William Shakespeare.
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.‘Will’ will fulfil the treasure of thy love,Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.In things of great receipt with ease we proveAmong a number one is reckon’d none:Then in the number let me pass untold,Though in thy stores’…
And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,Compare them with the bettering of the time,And though they be outstripp’d by every pen,Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,Exceeded by the height of happier men.O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:‘Had my friend’s Muse grown with this…
I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor’d youth,Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries,Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,Although I know my years be past the best,I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,Outfacing faults in love with love’s ill rest.But wherefore says my love that she is…
Which alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand’ring bark,Whose worth ‘s unknown, although his height be taken.Love ‘s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle’s compass come;Love alters…
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:They rightly do inherit heaven’s gracesAnd husband nature’s riches from expense;They are the lords and owners of their faces,Others but stewards of their excellence.The summer’s flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die,But if that flower with base infection…
May still seem love to me, though altered new;Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:For there can live no hatred in thine eye,Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.In many’s looks, the false heart’s historyIs writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange.But heaven in thy creation did decreeThat in thy face…
And in the praise thereof spends all his mightTo make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,My saucy bark, inferior far to his,On your broad main doth wilfully appear.Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,Whilst he upon your soundless deep…
That do no work to-day!KING. What’s he that wishes so?My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;If we are mark’d to die, we are enowTo do our country loss; and if to live,The fewer men, the greater share of honour.God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,Nor…
To make me give the lie to my true sight,And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,That in the very refuse of thy deedsThere is such strength and warrantize of skillThat, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?Who taught thee how to make me love thee…
Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which fairly doth excel;For never-resting Time leads summer onTo hideous winter and confounds him there,Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o’ersnowed and bareness everywhere.Then, were not summer’s distillation leftA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it…
