Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard

The little Love-god, lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst... more

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep; A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his lo... more

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearin... more

Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love... more

O, from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might With insufficiency my heart to sway, To m... more

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I no... more

O me! What eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight, Or... more

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on... more

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Feeding these rebel pow'rs that thee array, Why ... more

Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breath'd forth the sound that said  "I hate" To m... more

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The b... more

Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down... more