written by William ShakespeareWhen 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.
William Shakespeare
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.
written by William Shakespeare, published on Fri 12.28.2007 at 10:16
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
