Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The other two, slight air and purging fire
... return'd from thee,Who ev'n but now come back again assuredOf their fair health, recounting it to me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
... e done their spite,But in the onset come, so shall I tasteAt first the very worst of fortune's might ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then let not winter's wragged hand deface
... es refigur'd thee,Then what could death do if thou should'st depart,Leaving thee living in posterity ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: They that have pow'r to hurt and will do none
... ity, For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds: Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
... l beseem thy heartTo mourn for me since mourning doth thee graceAnd suit thy pity like in every part ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those hours that with gentle work did frame
... w'rs distill'd though they with winter meet, Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lines that I before have writ do lie
... Now I love you best,"When I was certain o'er in-certainty,Crowning the present, doubting of the rest ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lips that love's own hand did make
... ndThat follow'd it as gentle dayDoth follow night, who like a fiendFrom heav'n to hell is flown away ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
... ell of weeds, But why thy odour matcheth not thy show, The folly's this, that thou doest common grow ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
... k a two-fold truth: Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee, Thine, by thy beauty being false to me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
... to my self alone,And to be sure that is not false, I swearA thousand groans but thinking on thy face ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes
... In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, And to this false plague are they now transferred ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
... e my jade, Since from thee going he went wilful slow, Towards thee I'll run and give him leave to go ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thus is his cheek the map of days out-worn
... ss his beauty new, And him as for a map doth nature store, To shew false art what beauty was of yore ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
... es of my lovers gone,Who all their parts of me to thee did give,That due of many, now is thine alone ...
