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William Shakespeare: Sonnet 14 Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck William Shakespeare: Sonnet 14 Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, …

William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130 My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun William Shakespeare: Sonnet 130 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 …

William Shakespeare: It Was A Lover And His Lass William Shakespeare: It Was A Lover And His Lass IT was a lover and his lass,    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green corn-field did pass,    In the spring time, the only pretty ring …

William Shakespeare: Juliet’s Soliloquy William Shakespeare: Juliet’s Soliloquy Farewell!–God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life: I’ll call them back again to comfort me;– Nurse!–What should she do here? My dismal scene I …

William Shakespeare: From Venus And Adonis William Shakespeare: 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 …

William Shakespeare: Fairy Land Ii William Shakespeare: Fairy Land Ii YOU spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby! Never harm, Nor …

William Shakespeare: Dirge Of The Three Queens William Shakespeare: Dirge Of The Three Queens URNS and odours bring away!    Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole more deadly looks than dying;    Balms and gums and heavy cheers,    Sacred vials fill’d with tears, And clamours through the wild air flying!    Come, …

William Shakespeare: The Quality Of Mercy William Shakespeare: The Quality Of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it …

William Shakespeare: Aubade William Shakespeare: Aubade HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phoebus ‘gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise! Arise, arise! …