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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…William Shakespeare: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sunMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be…William Shakespeare: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the…William Shakespeare: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying meThine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty…William Shakespeare: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanBeshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to…William Shakespeare: So, now I have confess'd that he is thine
So, now I have confess'd that he is thineSo, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my…