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William Shakespeares Best Poems5

(imp)Shall I Compare Thee…”

(From “Sonnets”,18: XVIII)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,

Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest;

So long as men can breathe , or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

“Sigh No More, Ladies…”

(From “Much Ado about Nothing”)

William Shakespeare Best Poems

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never;

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny;

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into. Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,

Or dumps so dull and heavy;

The fraud of men was ever so,

Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into. Hey, nonny, nonny.

“Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred”

(From “The Merchant of Venice”)

Tell me where is fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourished?

Reply, reply.

It is engender’d in the eyes,

With gazing fed; and fancy dies

In the cradle, where it lies.

Let us all ring fancy’s knell;

I’ll begin it – Ding, dong, bell.

Ding, dong, bell.

“That Time Of Year..”

(From “Sonnets”, LXXIII)

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadetn in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death ‘s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou seeest the glowing of such fire,

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.

This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long:

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