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Sonnet VI by William Shakespeare

April 16, 2011 by Every Writer

Sonnet VI by William Shakespeare Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-kill’d. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That’s for thy self to breed […]

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William Shakespeare Sonnet VIII

January 14, 2011 by Every Writer

  Sonnet VIII by William Shakespeare Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly, Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do […]

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Song of the Holly by William Shakespeare

December 6, 2010 by Every Writer

? Song of the Holly by William Shakespeare Blow, blow thou winter wind? Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude! Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then […]

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X. by William Shakespeare

October 8, 2010 by Every Writer

X. ?by William Shakespeare ?? Crabbed age and youth ???? Cannot live together ?? Youth is full of pleasance, ???? Age is full of care; ?? Youth like summer morn, ???? Age like winter weather; ?? Youth like summer brave, ???? Age like winter bare; ?? Youth is full of sport, ?? Age’s breath is […]

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Macbeth (ACT IV. SCENE I.) by William shakespeare

October 4, 2010 by Every Writer

Macbeth (ACT IV. SCENE I.) by William shakespeare A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. ? FIRST WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. ? SECOND WITCH. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. ? THIRD WITCH. Harpier cries, “‘Tis time, ’tis time.” ? FIRST WITCH. Round about the cauldron […]

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