Poems by William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The orn...

O, lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me that you should love
After my...

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

But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away;
My life hath in thi...

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
And ...

Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time ...

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These ...

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alie...

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my graci...

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
W...

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
From hence your...

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedic...

I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, o...

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you, ...

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,...