Three witches, casting a spell ...
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases fo
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my belovèd as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do sh
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems y
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,
And there reigns l
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old customs make this life more sweet
Farewell!--God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
So, now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'll for
O, that you were your self! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
ORPHEUS with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did
If thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge sta
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than enoug
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, wh
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base
IT was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view,
Gored mine own
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorou