Poems by William Shakespeare

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where ...

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

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Hav...

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
...

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'l...

O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with...

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will, '
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus;
Mo...

If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will, '
A...

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gi...

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
Fo...

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
S...

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! If thou iss...

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy y...

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as...

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they ...