written by William ShakespeareWeary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expirèd.
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel, hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
William Shakespeare
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
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 04.07.2008 at 02:06
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my belovèd as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sat 04.05.2008 at 19:36
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Fri 03.28.2008 at 15:07
How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
