William Shakespeare Poems
|21.||Spring and Winter i||1/4/2003|
|23.||Sonnets XXXIII: Full many a glorious morning have I seen||1/1/2004|
|24.||Sonnets XXX: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought||1/1/2004|
|25.||Sonnets XXV: Let those who are in favour with their stars||1/1/2004|
|26.||Sonnets XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes||1/1/2004|
|28.||Sonnets XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?||1/1/2004|
|33.||Sonnets XIX: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws||1/1/2004|
|39.||Sonnets XCIV: They that have power to hurt and will do none||1/1/2004|
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 me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;