Twenty Shakespeare Sonnets and Scenes from As You Like It

Some Glory in Their Birth,Some in Their Skill

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

When I Consider Everything That Grows

When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow

Music to Hear,Why Hear'st Thou Music sadly

So am I As the Rich,whose blessed Key

Weary With Toil, I Haste Me to my Bed

Is it Thy Will, Thy Image Shall Keep Open

That Time of the Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold

Tir'd with All These for Restful Death I Cry