Poems by William Shakespeare

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The bett...

Lo! As a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down ...

Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O, but ...

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 't...

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest so...

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applyi...

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery...

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hat...

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What'...

The little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many ...

Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs ...

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty maki...

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can ...

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did n...

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not...