St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V by William Shakespeare

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had hereBut one ten thousand of those men in EnglandThat do no work to-day! KING. What’s he that wishes so?My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;If we are mark’d to die, we are enowTo do our country loss; and if to live,The fewer men, the greater share of honour.God’s will!

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Spring And Winter< by William Shakespeare

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hueDo paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo then, on every tree,Mocks married men; for thus sings he,Cuckoo!Cuckoo, cuckoo! – O word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,When turtles tread, and rooks, and

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Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen by William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial faceAnd from the forlorn world his visage hide,Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.Even so my sun one early morn

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Sonnets Xx by William Shakespeare

POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth–My sinful earth these rebel powers array–Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?Why so large cost, having so short a lease,Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end?Then, soul,

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Sonnets Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;But

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Sonnets Xviii by William Shakespeare

LET me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,That looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wand’ring bark,Whose worth ‘s unknown, although his height be taken.Love ‘s not

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