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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
Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th’ other do.
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is;
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved?
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov’d I not Honour more.
Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime.
O rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
O, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June: O, my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
That best portion of a good man’s life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
She dwelt among th’ untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
She liv’d unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceas’d to be; But she is in her Grave, and Oh! The difference to me.
