Elizabethan Era 1558 - 1603

The Tudors Era 1485 - 1603

Jacobean Era 1603 - 1625

William Shakespeare's Best Poems4



"No! Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast..."

(From "Sonnets", CXXIII)

No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:

Thy pyramids built up with newer might

To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;

They are but dressings of a former sight.

Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire

What thou dost foist upon us that is old;

And rather make them born for our desire,

Than think that we before have heard them told.

Thy registers and thee I both defy,

Not wandering at the present nor the past;

For thy records and what we see do lie,

Made more or less by thy continual haste:

This I do vow, and this shall ever be,

I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.

"O How Much More Doth Beauty..."

(From "Sonnets",LIV)

O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,

For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye

As the perfumed tincture of the roses,

Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly

When summer 's breath their masked buds discloses:

But, for their virtue only is their show,

They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade;

Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so;

Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,

When that shall fade, by verse distils your truth.

"Over Hill, Over Dale"

(From "Midsummer Night's Dream")

Over hill, over dale,

Through bush, through briar,

Over park, over pale,

Through blood, through fire,

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moone's sphere;

And I serve the fairy queen,

To dew her orbs upon the green.

The cowslips tall her pensioners be:

In their gold coats spots you see;

Those be rubies, fairy favours,

In those freckles live their savours:

I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:

Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

   
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