par William ShakespeareWhen I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheerèd and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
William Shakespeare
par William Shakespeare, publié le lun. 01/12/2008 à 23:28
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
par William Shakespeare, publié le mer. 19/11/2008 à 21:05
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
par William Shakespeare, publié le mer. 22/10/2008 à 12:01
The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
par William Shakespeare, publié le ven. 03/10/2008 à 01:29
How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
par William Shakespeare, publié le sam. 27/09/2008 à 10:16
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
par William Shakespeare, publié le ven. 26/09/2008 à 12:18
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer;