Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under, …
William Shakespeare
Double, double toil and trouble; …
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, …
Come away, come away, death, …
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, …
Full fathom five thy father lies; …
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, …
It was a lover and his lass, …
O Mistress mine where are you roaming? …
Orpheus with his lute made trees, …
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. …
Take, oh take those lips away, …
Under the greenwood tree …
When daisies pied and violets blue …
When that I was and a little tiny boy, …
Where the bee sucks, there suck I: …
Who is Silvia? what is she, …
From fairest creatures we desire increase, …
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, …
When in the chronicle of wasted time …
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul …
O! never say that I was false of heart, …
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there …
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, …
Let me not to the marriage of true minds …
When I do count the clock that tells the time, …
’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed …
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: …
Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, …
O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r …
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame …
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; …
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan …
So now I have confessed that he is thine, …
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, …
When my love swears that she is made of truth, …
O, call not me to justify the wrong …
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, …
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, …
Two loves I have of comfort and despair, …
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make …
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, …
My love is as a fever, longing still …
When I consider everything that grows …
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep, …
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? …
Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws …
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow …
A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted …
Let those who are in favour with their stars …
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, …
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, …
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought …
If thou survive my well-contented day, …
Full many a glorious morning have I seen …
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, …
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: …
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: …
What is your substance, whereof are you made, …