Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced
... lf confounded to decay,Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminateThat time will come and take my love away ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
... e, For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When in the chronicle of wastèd time
... h to sing: For we which now behold these present days Have eyes to wonder but lack tongues to praise ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
... ing day,When in dead night their fair imperfect shadeThrough heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When my love swears that she is made of truth
... inks me young,Although she knows my days are past the best,Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
... l my loving thoughts on thee,The injuries that to my self I do,Doing thee vantage, double vantage me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
... e at grievances fore-gone,And heavily from woe to woe tell o'erThe sad account of fore-bemoanè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Where art thou, muse, that thou forget'st so long
... here. Give my love fame faster than time wastes life, So thou prevent'st his scythe and crookè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Whil'st I alone did call upon thy aid
... avail of a worthier pen,Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent,He robs thee of and pays it thee again ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Who ever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
... to his store,So thou being rich in Will add to thy Will,One will of mine to make thy large Will more ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Who is it that says most, which can say more
... e. You to your beaut'ous blessings add a curse, Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Who will believe my verse in time to come
... ke old men of less truth than tongue,And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,And stretchè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Why did'st thou promise such a beaut'ous day
... the disgrace:Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief,Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
... what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Your love and pity doth th'impression fill
... do dispense: You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world besides me thinks you're dead ...
