To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride; continue reading
Triumph of Death, The (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell continue reading
Unchangeable,The (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) O never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify; As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. continue reading
Winter (by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)) When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; continue reading
