William Shakespeare ( 10 of 368 )
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
Lay her in the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich.
Talkers are no good doers.
Talkers are no good doers.
And what love can do, that does love attempt.
And what love can do, that does love attempt.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud.
Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
For violent fires soon burn out themselves.
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.
