To Be, Or Not To Be (Hamlet, Act Iii, Scene I) – Poem by William Shakespeare To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? […]
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Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) – Poem by William Shakespeare
Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) – Poem by William Shakespeare WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly. After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the […]
Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II – Poem by William Shakespeare
Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne] – Poem by William Shakespeare Enobarbus describes Queen Cleopatra Enobarbus: I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that […]
Sonnet Xcv – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xcv – Poem by William Shakespeare How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy […]
Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I – Poem by William Shakespeare
Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I – Poem by William Shakespeare Three witches, casting a spell … Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn […]
Sonnet Cxxxiv – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet Cxxxiv – Poem by William Shakespeare So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous and he […]
Sonnet Lix – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lix – Poem by William Shakespeare If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled, Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss The second burden of a former child! O, that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me […]