written by William ShakespeareThey that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing, they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
William Shakespeare
written by William Shakespeare, published on Thu 07.22.2010 at 13:30
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 07.21.2010 at 01:01
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sat 07.17.2010 at 12:49
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Mon 07.12.2010 at 13:49
Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
written by William Shakespeare, published on Fri 06.04.2010 at 05:31
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
written by William Shakespeare, published on Sun 05.30.2010 at 13:31
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme