#EnglishWriters
So shall I live, supposing thou a… Like a deceived husband; so love’s… May still seem love to me, though… Thy looks with me, thy heart in ot… For there can live no hatred in th…
Who is it that says most, which ca… Than this rich praise—that you alo… In whose confine immurèd is the st… Which should example where your eq… Lean penury within that pen doth d…
O, from what power hast thou this… With insufficiency my heart to swa… To make me give the lie to my true… And swear that brightness doth not… Whence hast thou this becoming of…
THAT time of year thou may’st in… When yellow leaves, or none, or fe… Upon those boughs which shake agai… Bare ruin’d choirs where late the… In me thou see’st the twilight of…
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth,… But sad mortality o’er—sways their… How with this rage shall beauty ho… Whose action is no stronger than a… O, how shall summer’s honey breath…
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more… Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so,
That thou art blam’d shall not be… For slander’s mark was ever yet th… The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven’s swee… So thou be good, slander doth but…
When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unskilful in the world’s false for… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
Not marble, nor the gilded monumen… Of princes, shall outlive this pow… But you shall shine more bright in… Than unswept stone besmear’d with… When wasteful war shall statues ov…
If the dull substance of my flesh… Injurious distance should not stop… For then despite of space I would… From limits far remote, where thou… No matter then although my foot di…
When I consider everything that g… Holds in perfection but a little m… That this huge stage presenteth no… Whereon the stars in secret influe… When I perceive that men as plant…
Say that thou didst forsake me for… And I will comment upon that offe… Speak of my lameness, and I strai… Against thy reasons making no defe… Thou canst not, love, disgrace me…
Thy bosom is endeared with all hea… Which I by lacking have supposed… And there reigns Love, and all Lo… And all those friends which I tho… How many a holy and obsequious tea…
Look in thy glass, and tell the fa… Now is the time that face should f… Whose fresh repair if now thou not… Thou dost beguile the world, unble… For where is she so fair whose une…