Poems by William Shakespeare

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you,
Tha...

Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The c...

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy sid...

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence;
Speak of m...

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
Ah, if thou i...

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
jo...

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body's for...

But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assured mine;
And life no lon...

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still see...

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing, they most do show,
Wh...

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth s...

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Bo...

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezi...

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

The forward violet thus did I chide:
"Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smell...