Poems of William Shakespeare
|401.||To be, or not to be: that is the question||3/29/2010|
|402.||Twelve O'Clock - Fairy time||3/29/2010|
|403.||Under the Greenwood Tree||1/3/2003|
|404.||When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)||1/20/2003|
|405.||When that I was and a little tiny boy||1/20/2003|
|406.||When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)||1/20/2003|
|408.||Witches Chant (from Macbeth)||3/29/2010|
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?