#EnglishWriters
I grant thou wert not married to m… And therefore mayst without attain… The dedicated words which writers… Of their fair subject, blessing ev… Thou art as fair in knowledge as i…
O, that you were yourself! but, lo… No longer yours than you yourself… Against this coming end you should… And your sweet semblance to some o… So should that beauty which you ho…
My love is strengthened, though mo… I love not less, though less the s… That love is merchandized, whose r… The owner's tongue doth publish ev… Our love was new, and then but in…
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo… Some say that ever 'gainst that… Wherein our Saviour’s birth is ce… This bird of dawning singeth all n… And then, they say, no spirit dare…
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…
Thus is his cheek the map of days… When beauty lived and died as flow… Before these bastard signs of fair… Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the d…
Devouring Time blunt thou the lio… And make the earth devour her own… Pluck the keen teeth from the fier… And burn the long-lived phoenix, i… Make glad and sorry seasons as tho…
Those lines that I before have wr… Even those that said I could not… Yet then my judgment knew no reaso… My most full flame should afterwar… But reckoning Time, whose million…
SHALL I compare thee to a Summe… Thou art more lovely and more temp… Rough winds do shake the darling b… And Summer’s lease hath all too s… Sometime too hot the eye of heaven…
Let those who are in favour with t… Of public honour and proud titles… Whilst I, whom fortune of such tr… Unlooked for joy in that I honour… Great princes’ favourites their fa…
How careful was I, when I took my… Each trifle under truest bars to t… That to my use it might unusèd sta… From hands of falsehood, in sure w… But thou, to whom my jewels trifle…
Two loves I have, of comfort and… Which like two spirits do suggest… The better angel is a man right fa… The worser spirit a woman coloured… To win me soon to hell, my female…
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s g… And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those sprin… On chalic’d flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin
Let me not to the marriage of true… Admit impediments. Love is not lo… Which alters when it alteration fi… Or bends with the remover to remov… O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
Thine eyes I love, and they, as p… Knowing thy heart torment me with… Have put on black, and loving mour… Looking with pretty ruth upon my p… And truly not the morning sun of h…