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William Shakespeare: O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seemO! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet…William Shakespeare: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsNot marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone,…William Shakespeare: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not saidSweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morrow sharpened in…William Shakespeare: Being your slave what should I do but tend
Being your slave what should I do but tendBeing your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do,…William Shakespeare: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
That god forbid, that made me first your slaveThat god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave…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…Trending
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