Sonnet 110: Alas, ‘Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 110: Alas, ‘Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most …
Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I from my self depart As from …
Sonnet 108: What’s In The Brain That Ink May Character is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 108: What’s In The Brain That Ink May Character What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What’s new to speak, what now to register, That may express …
Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos’d as …
Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in …
Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever …
Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey’d, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters …
Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Than when it hath my added …
Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming The …
Song of the Witches: Double, double toil and trouble is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Song of the Witches: Double, double toil and trouble Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of …
