Sonnet Iv: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend - Poem by William Shakespeare         Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she lends to those are free:Then, beauteous n ...

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Hark! Hark! The Lark       Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic'd flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes;With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise:Arise, arise ...

Full Fathom Five     Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: D ...

From Venus And Adonis     But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud;The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,Breaketh his rein, and to her straigh ...

From The Rape Of Lucrece       Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,Swelling on either side to want his bliss;Between whose hills her head entombed is;Where like a virtuous monument she lies, ...

Fear No More       Fear no more the heat o' the sun; Nor the furious winter's rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney sweepers come to dust.   Fear no more the fr ...

All The World's A Stage       All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.And then t ...

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun   My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damasked, red and white,But no such roses see ...

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