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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Helen’s Soliloqy (All’s Well That Ends Well)

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie
Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky
Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love so high,
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes and kiss like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts to those
That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove
To show her merit that did miss her love?

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Other works by William Shakespeare...
Sonnet III: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Look in thy glass, and tell the fa… Now is the time that face should f… Whose fresh repair if now thou not… Thou dost beguile the world, unble… For where is she so fair whose une…
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The Procreation Sonnets

From fairest creatures we desire i… That thereby beauty’s rose might n… But as the riper should by time de… His tender heir might bear his mem… But thou contracted to thine own b…
Sonnet L: How Heavy Do I Journey on the Way

How heavy do I journey on the way… When what I seek, my weary travel… Doth teach that case and that repo… “Thus far the miles are measured f… The beast that bears me, tired wit…
Sonnet CX: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there

Alas, 'tis true I have gone here… And made myself a motley to the vi… Gored mine own thoughts, sold chea… Made old offences of affections ne… Most true it is that I have look’…
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Sonnet XCIX: The forward violet thus did I chide

The forward violet thus did I chi… Sweet thief, whence didst thou ste… If not from my love’s breath? The… Which on thy soft cheek for comple… In my love’s veins thou hast too g…
Sonnet LXXXIII: I never saw that you did painting need

I never saw that you did painting… And therefore to your fair no pain… I found, or thought I found, you… The barren tender of a poet’s debt… And therefore have I slept in you…
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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,
Sonnet XLVIII: How Careful Was I, When I Took my Way

How careful was I, when I took my… Each trifle under truest bars to t… That to my use it might unusèd sta… From hands of falsehood, in sure w… But thou, to whom my jewels trifle…
A Lover’s Complaint

FROM off a hill whose concave wo… A plaintful story from a sistering… My spirits to attend this double v… And down I laid to list the sad-t… Ere long espied a fickle maid full…
Sonnet LXXXVIII: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed to Set Me Light

When thou shalt be disposed to set… And place my merit in the eye of s… Upon thy side, against myself I’l… And prove thee virtuous, though th… With mine own weakness being best…
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Orpheus

? or John Fletcher. ORPHEUS with his lute made tree… And the mountain tops that freeze    Bow themselves when he did sing… To his music plants and flowers
Sonnet LXXI: No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

No longer mourn for me when I am… Than you shall hear the surly sull… Give warning to the world that I… From this vile world with vilest w… Nay if you read this line, remembe…
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The Woman in the Waves, by Gustave Courbet
Sonnet XXXI: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

Thy bosom is endeared with all hea… Which I by lacking have supposed… And there reigns Love, and all Lo… And all those friends which I tho… How many a holy and obsequious tea…
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Sonnet XIV: Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

Not from the stars do I my judgme… And yet methinks I have astronomy… But not to tell of good or evil lu… Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons… Nor can I fortune to brief minute…
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When That I Was and a Little Tiny Boy

When that I was and a little tiny… With hey, ho, the wind and the rai… A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man’s estate,
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