Special education of the republic of uzbekistan

SONNET XСI
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,

Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force

Some in their garments, though new fangled ill,

Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;

And every humor hath his adjunct pleasure,

Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:

But these particulars are not my measure;

All these I better in one general best.

Thy love is better than high birth to me,

Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,

Of more delights than hawks or horses be;

And, having thee, of all men’s pride I boast.

Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take

All this away and me most wretched make.

By William Shakespeare
OKAY
Now Charles had been brought up with care

At number six, Begonia Square

And taught while still extremely young

Not to misuse the English tongue

No words unfit for him to hear

Had ever reached his shuttered ear

For instance, such disgusting slang

As “Gosh” and “Golly”, “Blow” and “Hang”

Imagine therefore what a pang

His learned father felt one day

When Charles distinctly said: “Okay”.

The horrid habit grew and grew

It seemed the only word he knew

What ever he was asked to do –

To eat or drink, to work or play -

All Charles could answer was “Okay”

“Charles”, - cried his father in amaze

“Where did you learn that vulgar phrase ?”

“Refrain from using it “I pray ”

And meanly Charles replied “Okay!”

SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love,

Which alters when it alteration finds

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no! It is an ever – fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although its height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks,

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me proved;

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

By William Shakespeare

THE STAR
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are !

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,

When the nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He couldn’t see which way to go

If you didn’t twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep

And often through my curtains peep

For you never shut your eye

Till the sun is in the sky

As your bright and tiny spark

Rights the traveller in the dark,

Though I not know what you are

Twinkle, twinkle little star.