Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,
O, but with mine, compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,
Or if it do, not from those lips of thine
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee.
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!
written by William Shakespeare, published on Thu 04.08.2010 at 03:39
The little love god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 03.29.2010 at 12:53
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 03.29.2010 at 10:19
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Tue 03.23.2010 at 11:32
? or John Fletcher.
ORPHEUS with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sat 03.20.2010 at 00:37
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy
But not to tell of good or evil luck,