written by William ShakespeareLet those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
William Shakespeare
written by William Shakespeare, published on Thu 05.05.2011 at 23:51
Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
written by William Shakespeare, published on Thu 05.05.2011 at 23:31
How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unusèd stay
written by William Shakespeare, published on Wed 05.04.2011 at 20:50
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
written by William Shakespeare, published on Tue 05.03.2011 at 15:23
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist,--
written by William Shakespeare, published on Fri 04.29.2011 at 17:51
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;
written by William Shakespeare, published on Tue 04.26.2011 at 00:05
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
