Poems by William Shakespeare

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy mi...

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth an...

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show a...

Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The ar...

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such ...

O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy mi...

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make ...

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
...

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his lov...

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 ...

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

Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view,
Gored mine o...