O Mistress Mine William Shakespeare O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both

Tell her that’s young  William Shakespeare Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In

My Mistress’ eyes  William Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’

Shall I compare thee to a summers day? William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more

Love By William Shakespeare TELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished?  Reply, reply. It is