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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…William Shakespeare: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
Thus is his cheek the map of days outwornThus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst…William Shakespeare: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewThose parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues—the voice of souls—give thee…William Shakespeare: Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his…William Shakespeare: That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect
That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defectThat thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in…William Shakespeare: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
No longer mourn for me when I am deadNo longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest…Trending
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