Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

(C) William Shakespeare
01/01/2000


Best Poems of William Shakespeare

• Sonnet 001: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
• The Sonnets Cliv - The Little Love-god Lying Once Asleep
• The Sonnets Cli - Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is
• Sonnet 015: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows
• Sonnet 003: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest
• Sonnet 002: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
• Sonnet 050: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way
• Sonnet 012: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time
• The Sonnets Cliii - Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep
• Sonnet 004: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
• The Sonnets Cxxxviii - When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth
• The Sonnets Cxlvii - My Love Is As A Fever Longing Still
• Sonnet 020: A Womans Face With Natures Own Hand Painted
• Sonnet 018: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day?
• Sonnet 017: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come
• Sonnet 006: Then Let Not Winters Ragged Hand Deface
• The Sonnets Cxlii - Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate
• Sonnet 013: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are
• The Sonnets Cxliv - Two Loves I Have Of Comfort And Despair
• Sonnet 008: Music To Hear, Why Hearst Thou Music Sadly?