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Lawful as eating.
(attribution doubtful)
679
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.
681
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator.
And now this pale swan in her watery nest
Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending.
683
To the onlie begetter of these insuing sonnets, Mr. W. H.
also attributed to Thomas Thorpe, the publisher
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
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.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent.
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights.
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view,
My nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy
Will
,
And
Will
to boot, and
Will
in over-plus.
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman, coloured ill.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
710
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Item, I give unto my wife my second best bed, with the furniture.
Good friend, for Jesu's sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.
The Winter's Tale
(1610–11) act 5, sc. 3, l. 109
(attribution doubtful)
679
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
The Passionate Pilgrim
(1599) no. 12
Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.
The Passionate Pilgrim
(1599) no. 12
681
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator.
The Rape of Lucrece
(1594) l. 29
And now this pale swan in her watery nest
Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending.
The Rape of Lucrece
(1594) l. 1611
683
To the onlie begetter of these insuing sonnets, Mr. W. H.
also attributed to Thomas Thorpe, the publisher
Sonnets
(1609) dedication
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
Sonnet 1
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.
Sonnet 18
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Sonnet 18
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Sonnet 29
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.
Sonnet 29
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past.
Sonnet 30
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye.
Sonnet 33
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
Sonnet 55
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
Sonnet 60
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet 73
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent.
Sonnet 76
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Sonnet 77
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Sonnet 87
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.
Sonnet 87
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Sonnet 94
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights.
Sonnet 106
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Sonnet 106
Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view,
Sonnet 110
My nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Sonnet 111
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
Sonnet 116
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 116
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action.
Sonnet 129
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
Sonnet 130
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy
Will
,
And
Will
to boot, and
Will
in over-plus.
Sonnet 135
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman, coloured ill.
Sonnet 144
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Sonnet 147
710
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
Venus and Adonis
(1593) l. 145
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
Venus and Adonis
(1593) l. 799
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Venus and Adonis
(1593) l. 1019
Item, I give unto my wife my second best bed, with the furniture.
will, 1616; E. K. Chambers
William Shakespeare
(1930) vol. 2
Good friend, for Jesu's sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.
insciption on his grave, Stratford upon Avon, probably composed by himself
Shammai
c.
1–st century
ad
c.
1–st century
ad
1
Say little and do much. Receive all men with a cheerful countenance.
Say little and do much. Receive all men with a cheerful countenance.
in
Talmud
Mishnah "Pirqei Avot" 1:15
Shankly, Bill
1914–81
1914–81
1
Some people think football is a matter of life and death…I can assure them it is much more serious than that.
Some people think football is a matter of life and death…I can assure them it is much more serious than that.
in
Sunday Times
4 October 1981
Shapiro, Robert
1942–
1942–
1
Not only did we play the race card, we played it from the bottom of the deck.
on the defence team's change of strategy at the trial of O. J. Simpson
Not only did we play the race card, we played it from the bottom of the deck.
on the defence team's change of strategy at the trial of O. J. Simpson
in
The Times
5 October 1995.
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