To me that languish’d for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying ‘not you.’
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,Whose action is no stronger than a flower?O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold outAgainst the wrackful siege of batt’ring days,When rocks impregnable are not so stout,Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?O, fearful meditation! Where, alack,Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?Or…
Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day by William Shakespeare
If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,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…
Sonnet C by William Shakespeare
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeemIn gentle numbers time so idly spent;Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteemAnd gives thy pen both…
Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art by William Shakespeare
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;For well thou know’st to my dear doting heartThou art the fairest and most precious jewel.Yet, in good faith, some say that thee beholdThy face hath not the power to make love groan;To say they err I dare not be so…
Sonnet 71 by William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThen you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it; for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be…
Sonnet Xxxiv by William Shakespeare
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travel forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,For no man well of such a salve can speakThat heals the…
To me that languish’d for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come.
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom:
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And sav’d my life, saying ‘not you’
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Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.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…
Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind by William Shakespeare
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function, and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but effectually is out;For it no form delivers to the heartOf bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch;Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,Nor his own…
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with swift motion slide.For when these quicker elements are goneIn tender embassy of love to thee,My life, being made of four, with two aloneSinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;Until life’s composition be recuredBy those swift messengers returned from thee,Who even but now come back again,…
IT was a lover and his lass,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.Between the acres of the rye,With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,These pretty country folks would lie,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds…
Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now by William Shakespeare
Against my love shall be as I am nowWith Time’s injurious hand crushed and o’erworn,When hours have drained his blood and filled his browWith lines and wrinkles, when his youthful mornHath travelled on to age’s steepy night,And all those beauties whereof now he’s kingAre vanishing, or vanished out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his…
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
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…
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To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying ‘not you.’
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Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now by William Shakespeare
That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,Needs must I under my transgression bow,Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.For if you were by my unkindness shakenAs I by yours, y’have passed a hell of time,And I, a tyrant, have no leisure takenTo weigh how once…
As a decrepit father takes delight
So I, made lame by Fortune’s dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,Or any of these all, or all, or more,Entitled in thy parts, do crownèd sit,I make my love engrafted to this store.So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,Whilst that this shadow…
Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th’ Impression Fill by William Shakespeare
Your love and pity doth th’ impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o’ergreen my bad, my good allow?You are my all the world, and I must striveTo know my shames and praises from your tongue;None else to me, nor I to none alive,That…
Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame by William Shakespeare
Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,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…
Sonnet Lviii by William Shakespeare
That god forbid that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!O, let me suffer, being at your beck,The imprison’d absence of your liberty;And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,Without accusing you of…
Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect by William Shakespeare
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair;The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.So thou be good, slander doth but approveThy worth the greater being wooed of time,For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,And thou present’st a pure unstainèd prime.Thou…