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Wing Commander William Harold Nelson Shakespeare OBE MC AFC was an English cricketer, and pilot in the Royal Flying Corps and its successor the Royal Air Force.

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A Fairy SongRate it:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)Rate it:
Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lieRate it:
Fairy Land iiiRate it:
DirgeRate it:
Carpe DiemRate it:
Under the Greenwood TreeRate it:
Orpheus with his Lute Made TreesRate it:
OrpheusRate it:
A MadrigalRate it:
Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyesRate it:
Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fireRate it:
Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsRate it:
Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best seeRate it:
A Lover's ComplaintRate it:
All the World's a StageRate it:
AubadeRate it:
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter WindRate it:
Bridal SongRate it:
Dirge of the Three QueensRate it:
Fairy Land iRate it:
Fairy Land iiRate it:
Fairy Land vRate it:
Fear No MoreRate it:
FideleRate it:
from Venus and AdonisRate it:
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98)Rate it:
Full Fathom FiveRate it:
Hark! Hark! The LarkRate it:
How Like A Winter Hath My Absence BeenRate it:
It was a Lover and his LassRate it:
Juliet's SoliloquyRate it:
LoveRate it:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)Rate it:
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)Rate it:
Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55)Rate it:
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exileRate it:
O Never Say That I Was False of HeartRate it:
Sigh No MoreRate it:
SilviaRate it:
Sonet LIVRate it:
Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longRate it:
Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amendsRate it:
Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seemingRate it:
Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forthRate it:
Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be oldRate it:
Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatryRate it:
Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted timeRate it:
Sonnet 107:Rate it:
Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulRate it:
Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may characterRate it:
Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heartRate it:
Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to anyRate it:
Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and thereRate it:
Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chideRate it:
Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fillRate it:
Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mindRate it:
Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with youRate it:
Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true mindsRate it:
Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keenRate it:
Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tearsRate it:
Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'stRate it:
Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me nowRate it:
Sonnet 121:Tis better to be vile than vile esteemedRate it:
Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainRate it:
Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainRate it:
Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do changeRate it:
Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopyRate it:
Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerRate it:
Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'stRate it:
Sonnet 129: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shameRate it:
Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the timeRate it:
Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sunRate it:
Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou artRate it:
Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying meRate it:
Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanRate it:
Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thineRate it:
Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy willRate it:
Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so nearRate it:
Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyesRate it:
Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truthRate it:
Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrongRate it:
Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you areRate it:
Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressRate it:
Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hateRate it:
Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catchRate it:
Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despairRate it:
Sonnet 145:Rate it:
Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love's own hand did makeRate it:
Sonnet 146:Rate it:
Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earthRate it:
Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing stillRate it:
Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my headRate it:
Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee notRate it:
Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluckRate it:
Sonnet 14: “Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck…”Rate it:
Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful mightRate it:
Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience isRate it:
Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forswornRate it:
Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleepRate it:
Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleepRate it:
Sonnet 15:Rate it:
Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that growsRate it:
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier wayRate it:
Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to comeRate it:
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Rate it:
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's pawsRate it:
Sonnet 1:Rate it:
Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increaseRate it:
Sonnet 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand paintedRate it:
Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that museRate it:
Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am oldRate it:
Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stageRate it:
Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelledRate it:
Sonnet 24: “Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled…”Rate it:
Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their starsRate it:
Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage…Rate it:
Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bedRate it:
Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plightRate it:
Sonnet 2:Rate it:
Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy browRate it:
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtRate it:
Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all heartsRate it:
Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented dayRate it:
Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seenRate it:
Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous dayRate it:
Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast doneRate it:
Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twainRate it:
Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delightRate it:
Sonnet 38:Rate it:
Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to inventRate it:
Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I singRate it:
Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them allRate it:
Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commitsRate it:
Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my griefRate it:
Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thoughtRate it:
Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal warRate it:
Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is tookRate it:
Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my wayRate it:
Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time comeRate it:
Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendRate it:
Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the wayRate it:
Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceRate it:
Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich whose blessèd keyRate it:
Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you madeRate it:
Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seemRate it:
Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not saidRate it:
Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tendRate it:
Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slaveRate it:
Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which isRate it:
Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frameRate it:
Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shoreRate it:
Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep openRate it:
Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeRate it:
Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be as I am nowRate it:
Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am nowRate it:
Sonnet 64:Rate it:
Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedRate it:
Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless seaRate it:
Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cryRate it:
Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceRate it:
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old,Rate it:
Twelve O'Clock - Fairy timeRate it:

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