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William Shakespeare: If there be nothing new, but that which is
If there be nothing new, but that which isIf there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second burthen…William Shakespeare: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceThen let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's…William Shakespeare: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shoreLike as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In…William Shakespeare: Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
Is it thy will, thy image should keep openIs it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to…William Shakespeare: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeSin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my…William Shakespeare: Against my love shall be as I am now
Against my love shall be as I am nowAgainst my love shall be as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn; When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow With lines and…William Shakespeare: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'dWhen I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd, And brass…William Shakespeare: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless seaSince brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea…William Shakespeare: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Tired with all these, for restful death I cryTired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily…William Shakespeare: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
Ah! wherefore with infection should he liveAh! wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace itself with his…Trending
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