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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…William Shakespeare: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's pawsDevouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And…William Shakespeare: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy browWhen forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd…William Shakespeare: A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
A woman's face with nature's own hand paintedA woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With…William Shakespeare: So is it not with me as with that Muse
So is it not with me as with that MuseSo is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair…William Shakespeare: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
My glass shall not persuade me I am oldMy glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days…William Shakespeare: As an unperfect actor on the stage
As an unperfect actor on the stageAs an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance…William Shakespeare: Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'dMine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And…William Shakespeare: Let those who are in favour with their stars
Let those who are in favour with their starsLet those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook'd for joy…William Shakespeare: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageLord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit:…