Whoever Hath Her Wish Thou Hast Thy Will By William Shakespeare

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus; More than enough am I that vexed thee still,…

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When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought By William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,…

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Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride By William Shakespeare

Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside…

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Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come By William Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but…

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Your Love And Pity Doth The Impression Fill By William Shakespeare

Your love and pity doth the impression fill, Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill,…

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Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day By William Shakespeare

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,…

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Where Art Thou Muse That Thou Forget’st So Long By William Shakespeare

Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend’st thou thy fury on some…

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Who Is It That Says Most Which Can Say More By William Shakespeare

Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you, In whose confine immured is the…

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When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth By William Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some…

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Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid By William Shakespeare

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my…

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When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light By William Shakespeare

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,…

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When I Consider Every Thing That Grows By William Shakespeare

When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars…

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When Most I Wink Then Do Mine Eyes Best See By William Shakespeare

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they…

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When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time By William Shakespeare

When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead…

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When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time By William Shakespeare

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past…

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When I Have Seen By Time’s Fell Hand Defaced By William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed, And…

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When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men’s Eyes By William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look…

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What Is Your Substance Whereof Are You Made By William Shakespeare

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And…

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Were’t Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy By William Shakespeare

Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than…

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What’s In The Brain That Ink May Character By William Shakespeare

What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What’s new to speak, what now to register,…

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When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow By William Shakespeare

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now, Will be…

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What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears By William Shakespeare

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing…

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Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn By William Shakespeare

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were…

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Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt If Ever Now By William Shakespeare

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune,…

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Unthrifty Loveliness Why Dost Thou Spend By William Shakespeare

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank she lends to…

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Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse By William Shakespeare

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in…

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Weary With Toil I Haste Me To My Bed By William Shakespeare

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head…

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Two Loves I Have Of Comfort And Despair By William Shakespeare

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The…

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To Me Fair Friend You Never Can Be Old By William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey’d, Such seems your beauty still. Three…

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Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed By William Shakespeare

Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed…

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Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear By William Shakespeare

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear, And…

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Tired With All These For Restful Death I Cry By William Shakespeare

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity, And purest faith…

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So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine By William Shakespeare

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine…

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Thy Gift Thy Tables Are Within My Brain By William Shakespeare

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain, Beyond all date, even to…

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Thy Bosom Is Endeared With All Hearts By William Shakespeare

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love’s loving parts, And all…

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Thou Blind Fool Love What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes By William Shakespeare

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see…

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Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence By William Shakespeare

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste…

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Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits By William Shakespeare

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, For still temptation…

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That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect By William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow…

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Those Parts Of Thee That The World’s Eye Doth View By William Shakespeare

Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of souls,…

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Those Lips That Love’s Own Hand Did Make By William Shakespeare

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’, To me that languished for her sake: But when…

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Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie By William Shakespeare

Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no…

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Those Hours That With Gentle Work Did Frame By William Shakespeare

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And…

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Thine Eyes I Love And They As Pitying Me By William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking…

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So Shall I Live Supposing Thou Art True By William Shakespeare

So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love’s face May still seem love to me, though altered new; Thy…

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Then Let Not Winter’s Ragged Hand Deface By William Shakespeare

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty’s…

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They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None By William Shakespeare

They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves…

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The Other Two Slight Air And Purging Fire By William Shakespeare

The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent…

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The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep By William Shakespeare

The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by;…

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The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide By William Shakespeare

The forward violet thus did I chide Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s breath? The purple…

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The Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame By William Shakespeare

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage,…

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That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now By William Shakespeare

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless…

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That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold By William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the…

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That Thou Hast Her It Is Not All My Grief By William Shakespeare

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

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Mine Eye And Heart Are At A Mortal War By William Shakespeare

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would…

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That God Forbid That Made Me First Your Slave By William Shakespeare

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of…

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Take All My Loves My Love Yea Take Them All By William Shakespeare

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou…

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Sweet Love Renew Thy Force Be It Not Said By William Shakespeare

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allayed, To-morrow sharpened…

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Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth Some Wantonness By William Shakespeare

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are lov’d of more…

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So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse By William Shakespeare

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use…

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