written by William ShakespeareO, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside;
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'erpressed defence can bide?
Let me excuse thee: "Ah, my love well knows,
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries."
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
William Shakespeare
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sun 08.24.2008 at 00:15
Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 08.20.2008 at 15:03
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sun 07.13.2008 at 01:12
URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 07.09.2008 at 21:00
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 06.18.2008 at 03:13
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 06.16.2008 at 17:48
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
