Let 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.
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