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William Shakespeare: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd Not by our…William Shakespeare: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainThy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full character'd with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain, Beyond all date; even to…William Shakespeare: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do changeNo, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but…William Shakespeare: If my dear love were but the child of state
If my dear love were but the child of stateIf my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd, As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate, Weeds among…William Shakespeare: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
Were't aught to me I bore the canopyWere't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste or ruining…William Shakespeare: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerO thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his fickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Thy lovers…William Shakespeare: In the old age black was not counted fair
In the old age black was not counted fairIn the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd…William Shakespeare: How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
How oft when thou, my music, music play'stHow oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry…William Shakespeare: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
The expense of spirit in a waste of shameThe expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme,…William Shakespeare: O! that you were your self; but, love you are
O! that you were your self; but, love you areO! that you were your self; but, love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your…