Котик встал не с той ноги,Всё ему не в радость.И хозяева – враги,И в тарелке гадость:Корм дешёвый, не элитный.До чего ж коту обидно!От хозяев ждал вниманья,А они его - за дверь:Мол, поел и до свиданья,Погуляй иди те...

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry:As to behold desert a beggar born,And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,And purest faith unhappily forsworn,And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,And...

The little Love-god lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepCame tripping by; but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fireWhich many legions of true hea...

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,Injurious distance should not stop my way,For then despite of space I would be brought,From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.No matter then although my foot did standUpon the farthe...

Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreathed forth the sound that said 'I nate'To me that languish'd for her sake;But when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that ever sweetWas used...

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,And place my merit in the eye of scorn,Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn:With mine own weakness being best acquainted,Upon thy part I c...

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.And truly not the morning sun of heavenBetter becomes the grey cheeks...

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,When not to be receives reproach of being,And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemedNot by our feeling but by others' seeing.For why should others' false adulterate eyesGive salutation to m...

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which ers...

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident; For thou art so possess'd with murd'rous hate, That 'gainst thy...