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William Shakespeare: If thou survive my well-contented day
If thou survive my well-contented dayIf thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines…William Shakespeare: Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFull many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams…William Shakespeare: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous dayWhy didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery…William Shakespeare: No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
No more be griev'd at that which thou hast doneNo more be griev'd at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud: Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And…William Shakespeare: Let me confess that we two must be twain
Let me confess that we two must be twainLet me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain, Without thy help, by me be…William Shakespeare: As a decrepit father takes delight
As a decrepit father takes delightAs a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth…William Shakespeare: How can my muse want subject to invent
How can my muse want subject to inventHow can my muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar…William Shakespeare: O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
O! how thy worth with manners may I singO! how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is't but…William Shakespeare: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUnthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank she lends…William Shakespeare: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them allTake all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;…