Poems by William Shakespeare

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' f...

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
W...

For shame! Deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant, if ...

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
...

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That ...

Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty...

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst bef...

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Plu...

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell...

O, that you were yourself! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
...

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

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

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

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

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
Hath ...