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 shaken
As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sat 05.31.2008 at 02:41
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 05.28.2008 at 16:54
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 05.07.2008 at 08:35
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
written by William Shakespeare, published on Tue 04.15.2008 at 21:42
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 04.07.2008 at 11:36
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds