When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 01.23.2008 at 12:33
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 01.23.2008 at 06:12
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Tue 01.22.2008 at 13:09
For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
written by William Shakespeare, published on Tue 01.15.2008 at 18:18
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 01.14.2008 at 21:33
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.