In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
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Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts,And all those friends which I thought burièd.How many a holy and obsequious tearHath dear religious love stol’n from mine eyeAs interest of the dead, which now appearBut things removed that hidden in thee lie!Thou…
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.And truly not the morning sun of heavenBetter becomes the grey cheeks of the east,Nor that full star that ushers in the evenDoth half that glory to the sober westAs those two mourning eyes become thy face.O, let it then as well…
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Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial faceAnd from the forlorn world his visage hide,Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.Even so my sun one early morn…
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
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…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;Nor…
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razedAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the watery main,Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;When I have seen such interchange of state,Or state it self confounded to decay,Ruin hath…