Poems by William Shakespeare

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The Ro...

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

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

THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon...

BEING your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no...

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each...

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

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