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William Shakespeare: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtWhen to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes…William Shakespeare: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
Thy bosom is endeared with all heartsThy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends…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…Trending
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