Category: William Shakespeare

Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry – Poem by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry – Poem by William Shakespeare Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right […]

Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen – Poem by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen – Poem by William Shakespeare Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial […]