William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)
Poems of William Shakespeare
|21.||How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been||3/29/2010|
|22.||It was a Lover and his Lass||1/4/2003|
|25.||My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)||1/20/2003|
|26.||Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)||1/20/2003|
|27.||Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55)||1/20/2003|
|28.||Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile||3/29/2010|
|29.||O Never Say That I Was False of Heart||3/29/2010|
|31.||Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees||1/1/2004|
|32.||Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)||1/20/2003|
|33.||Sigh No More||1/3/2003|
|37.||Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase||1/13/2003|
|38.||Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any||1/13/2003|
|39.||Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long||1/13/2003|
|40.||Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends||1/13/2003|
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?