Poems by William Shakespeare

Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but...

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no p...

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleas...

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Whic...

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.
Make sweet som...

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each c...

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire m...

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this...

Against my love shall be as I am now
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,
When hours...

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When som...

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power...

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy no...

Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by ...

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can me...

Lo in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage t...