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William Shakespeare: Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee notCanst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of my self, all tyrant, for…William Shakespeare: When I consider every thing that grows
When I consider every thing that growsWhen 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…William Shakespeare: O! from what power hast thou this powerful might
O! from what power hast thou this powerful mightO! from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that…William Shakespeare: Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Love is too young to know what conscience is,Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty…William Shakespeare: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
In loving thee thou know'st I am forswornIn loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing…William Shakespeare: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleepCupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain…William Shakespeare: The little Love-god lying once asleep
The little Love-god lying once asleepThe little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but…William Shakespeare: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
But wherefore do not you a mightier wayBut wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my…William Shakespeare: Who will believe my verse in time to come
Who will believe my verse in time to comeWho will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your…William Shakespeare: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Shall I compare thee to a summer's dayShall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath…