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William Shakespeare: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
Two loves I have of comfort and despairTwo loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman…William Shakespeare: Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Those lips that Love's own hand did makeThose lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me that languish'd for her sake: But when she saw my woeful…William Shakespeare: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward…William Shakespeare: My love is as a fever longing still
My love is as a fever longing stillMy love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite…William Shakespeare: O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
O me! what eyes hath Love put in my headO me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures…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…