Does anyone have a poem or ballad from Shakesphere?

Question

It can be about anything. I need it like today so that i can have it done by Thursday. I would really like if someone could give me a site to go to or something!
Thanx

Answer 1

Translation and Analysis of Sonnet I


SONNET 1
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.


This is one of his sonnets

Answer 2

Let met not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediment.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no. It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
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Answer 3

SONNET 130

MY MISTRESS' EYES ARE NOTHING LIKE THE SUN,
CORAL IS FAR MORE RED THAN HER LIPS' RED.
IF SNOW BE WHITE, WHY THEN HER BREASTS ARE DUN,
IF HAIRS BE WIRES, BLACK WIRES GROW ON HER HEAD.
I HAVE SEEN ROSES DAMASKED, RED AND WHITE,
BUT NO SUCH ROSES SEE I IN HER CHEEKS.
AND IN SOME PERFUMES IS THERE MORE DELIGHT
THAN IN THE BREATH THAT FROM MY MISTRESS REEKS.
I LOVE TO HEAR HER SPEAK, YET WELL I KNOW
THAT MUSIC HATH A FAR MORE PLEASING SOUND.
I GRANT I NEVER SAW A GODDESS GO,
MY MISTRESS, WHEN SHE WALKS, TREADS ON THE GROUND.
AND YET, BY HEAVEN, I THINK MY LOVE AS RARE
AS ANY SHE BELIED WITH FALSE COMPARE.

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE
WHO LOVES TO LIE WITH ME,
AND TURN HIS MERRY NOTE
UNTO THE SWEET BIRD'S THROAT,
COME HITHER, COME HITHER, COME HITHER.
HERE SHALL HE SEE
NO ENEMY
BUT WINTER AND ROUGH WEATHER.
WHO DOTH AMBITION SHUN,
AND LOVES TO LIVE I' THE SUN,
SEEKING THE FOOD HE EATS,
AND PLEASED WITH WHAT HE GETS,
COME HITHER, COME HITHER, COME HITHER
HERE SHALL HE SEE
NO ENEMY
BUT WINTER AND ROUGH WEATHER.