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<p>New page: &#039;&#039;&#039;Title: Romantic Selections III&#039;&#039;&#039; &#039;&#039;&#039;Author: William Shakespeare&#039;&#039;&#039; - XVIII - Shall I compare thee to a summer&#039;s day?&lt;br&gt; thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;br&gt; rough winds do s...</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>'''Title: Romantic Selections III'''<br /> <br /> '''Author: William Shakespeare'''<br /> <br /> - XVIII -<br /> Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br&gt;<br /> thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;br&gt;<br /> rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br&gt;<br /> And summer's lease hath all too short a&lt;br&gt;<br /> sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br&gt;<br /> and often iis his gold complexion dimm'd;&lt;br&gt;<br /> and every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br&gt;<br /> By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd&lt;br&gt;<br /> But thy eternal summer shall not fade,&lt;br&gt;<br /> nor lose possession of that fair owest;&lt;br&gt;<br /> Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;br&gt;<br /> when in eternal lines time tho growest;&lt;br&gt;<br /> so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,&lt;br&gt;<br /> so long lives this, and gives life to thee&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> - XXIX -&lt;br&gt;<br /> When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,&lt;br&gt;<br /> I all alone beweep my outcast state&lt;br&gt;<br /> And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries&lt;br&gt;<br /> And look upon myself and curse my fate,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,&lt;br&gt;<br /> With what I most enjoy contented least;&lt;br&gt;<br /> Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Haply I think on thee, and then my state,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Like to the lark at break of day arising&lt;br&gt;<br /> From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;&lt;br&gt;<br /> For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings&lt;br&gt;<br /> That then I scorn to change my state with kings. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> - LX -&lt;br&gt;<br /> Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,&lt;br&gt;<br /> So do our minutes hasten to their end;&lt;br&gt;<br /> Each changing place with that which goes before,&lt;br&gt;<br /> In sequent toil all forwards do contend.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Nativity, once in the main of light,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,&lt;br&gt;<br /> And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth&lt;br&gt;<br /> And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,&lt;br&gt;<br /> And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:&lt;br&gt;<br /> And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. &lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> - CXVI -&lt;br&gt;<br /> Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br&gt;<br /> Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br&gt;<br /> Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br&gt;<br /> O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br&gt;<br /> That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br&gt;<br /> It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br&gt;<br /> Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;br&gt;<br /> Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br&gt;<br /> But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br&gt;<br /> If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br&gt;<br /> I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> - CXXXVII -&lt;br&gt;<br /> Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,&lt;br&gt;<br /> That they behold, and see not what they see?&lt;br&gt;<br /> They know what beauty is, see where it lies,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Yet what the best is take the worst to be.&lt;br&gt;<br /> If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, &lt;br&gt;<br /> Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?&lt;br&gt;<br /> Why should my heart think that a several plot,&lt;br&gt;<br /> Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?&lt;br&gt;<br /> Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,&lt;br&gt;<br /> To put fair truth upon so foul a face?&lt;br&gt;<br /> In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd,&lt;br&gt;<br /> And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> <br /> &lt;HR&gt;<br /> Back to [[Valentines_'08|Valentines '08]]<br /> [[Category:multi-shard books]]</div>

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