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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)

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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.


So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.


What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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We know what we are, but not what we may be.
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It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
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Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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In false quarrels there is no true valor.
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Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
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to be, or not to be?
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This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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If Love be rough with you, be rough with Love, prick Love for pricking, and you beat Love down.
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