Poems by William Shakespeare

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppres...

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And troubl...

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I...

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh th...

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing...

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Th...

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yel...

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work...

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon th...

TAKE, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those e...

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reign...

I.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
Th...

And let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink
A soldier's a man;
A life's ...

CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
Bu...

ON a day--alack the day!--
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playi...