Poems of William Shakespeare
|401.||To be, or not to be: that is the question||3/29/2010|
|402.||Twelve O'Clock - Fairy time||3/29/2010|
|403.||Under the Greenwood Tree||1/3/2003|
|404.||When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)||1/20/2003|
|405.||When that I was and a little tiny boy||1/20/2003|
|406.||When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)||1/20/2003|
|408.||Witches Chant (from Macbeth)||3/29/2010|
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case