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William Shakespeare: From fairest creatures we desire increase
From fairest creatures we desire increaseFrom fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might…William Shakespeare: For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to anyFor shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many, But that thou…William Shakespeare: Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long
Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so longWhere art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song…William Shakespeare: O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
O truant Muse what shall be thy amendsO truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy'd? Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, and therein…William Shakespeare: My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seemingMy love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandiz'd, whose rich…William Shakespeare: Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forthAlack! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument, all bare, is of more worth Than when it hath my…William Shakespeare: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
To me, fair friend, you never can be oldTo me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the…William Shakespeare: Let not my love be call'd idolatry
Let not my love be call'd idolatryLet not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is…William Shakespeare: When in the chronicle of wasted time
When in the chronicle of wasted timeWhen in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime, In praise of ladies dead and lovely…William Shakespeare: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulNot mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as…