Poems by William Shakespeare

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

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

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

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

HOW like a Winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What free...

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

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

TH' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured...

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

WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty maki...

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

LET me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when ...

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven it...

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing...

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when ...