Shakespeare and other poetry

Shakespeare (by way of my mildly spotty memory, so, at the very least, the punctuation's off):

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this and all is mended
That you have by slumbered here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle dream,
No more yielding but a dream
Gentles, do not reprehend,
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue
Then we will make amends ere long.
Or else, the Puck a liar call.
And so, goodnight unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

Poem:

O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,
gimme a break before I die:
grant me wisdom, will, & wit,
purity, probity, pluck, & grit.
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,
gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,
and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice —
these little blessings would suffice
to beget an earthly paradise:
make the bad people good —
and the good people nice;
and before our world goes over the brink
teach the believers how to think.

Because it's short enough that y'all won't kill me