As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing rep... [查看全文]
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee... [查看全文]
So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself... [查看全文]
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woma... [查看全文]
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the... [查看全文]
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shak... [查看全文]
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though ye... [查看全文]
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in... [查看全文]
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage pre... [查看全文]
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good... [查看全文]