Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjur'd, murd'rous, bloody, full…
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that…
Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,As, to behold desert a beggar born,And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,And…
They that have power to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving…
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast stateAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless…
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a…
When daisies pied, and violets blue,And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hueDo paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo then,…
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath. It is twice…
Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither,…