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William Shakespeare's Best Poems3



"The Master, the Swabber..."

(From "The Tempest")

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

But none of us cared for Kate;

For she has a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!

She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch;

Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch.

Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang!

"No Longer Mourn For Me..."

(From "Sonnets", LXXI)

No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that I am fled

From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:

Nay, if you read this line , remember not

The hand that writ it; for I love you so,

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O, if (I say) you look upon this verse,

When I perhaps compounded am with clay,

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;

But let your love even with my live decay:

Lest the wise world should look into your moan ,

And mock you with me after I am gone.

(IMP)"Not Marble, Nor the Gilded Monuments"

(From "Sonnets", LV)

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.

When wasteful war will statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars's his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room,

Even in eyes of all posterity

That wear this word out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

   
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