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William Shakespeare: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eyeIs it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a…William Shakespeare: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, nowThen hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not…William Shakespeare: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
Some glory in their birth, some in their skillSome glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force, Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;…William Shakespeare: But do thy worst to steal thyself away
But do thy worst to steal thyself awayBut do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine; And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love…William Shakespeare: So shall I live, supposing thou art true
So shall I live, supposing thou art trueSo shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to me, though alter'd new; Thy looks with me, thy…William Shakespeare: They that have power to hurt, and will do none
They that have power to hurt, and will do noneThey that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved…William Shakespeare: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameHow sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O! in what…William Shakespeare: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonnessSome say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less: Thou…William Shakespeare: How like a winter hath my absence been
How like a winter hath my absence beenHow like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's…William Shakespeare: From you have I been absent in the spring
From you have I been absent in the springFrom you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy…