Representative Poetry Online
On this day: September 24th
Random Poem of the Day
1I might, vnhappie word, O me, I might,
2And then would not, or could not see my blisse:
3Till now wrapt in a most infernall night,
5Hart rent thy selfe, thou doest thy selfe but right
6No louely Paris made thy Helen his:
7No force, no fraud, rob'd thee of thy delight,
8Nor fortune of thy fortune author is:
9But to my selfe my selfe did giue the blow,
10While too much wit (forsooth) so troubled me,
12And yet could not by rising Morne foresee
13How faire a day was neare, O punisht eyes,
14That I had bene more foolish or more wise.