Sonnet 1 | - | From fairest creatures we desire increase |
Sonnet 2 | - | When forty winters shall beseige thy brow |
Sonnet 3 | - | Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest |
Sonnet 4 | - | Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend |
Sonnet 5 | - | Those hours, that with gentle work did frame |
Sonnet 6 | - | Then let not winter's ragged hand deface |
Sonnet 7 | - | Lo! in the orient when the gracious light |
Sonnet 8 | - | Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? |
Sonnet 9 | - | Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye |
Sonnet 10 | - | For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, |
Sonnet 11 | - | As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest |
Sonnet 12 | - | When I do count the clock that tells the time, |
Sonnet 13 | - | O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are |
Sonnet 14 | - | Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck |
Sonnet 15 | - | When I consider every thing that grows |
Sonnet 16 | - | But wherefore do not you a mightier way |
Sonnet 17 | - | Who will believe my verse in time to come, |
Sonnet 18 | - | Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? |
Sonnet 19 | - | Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws |
Sonnet 20 | - | A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted |
Sonnet 21 | - | So is it not with me as with that Muse |
Sonnet 22 | - | My glass shall not persuade me I am old, |
Sonnet 23 | - | As an unperfect actor on the stage |
Sonnet 24 | - | Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd |
Sonnet 25 | - | Let those who are in favour with their stars |
Sonnet 26 | - | Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage |
Sonnet 27 | - | Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, |
Sonnet 28 | - | How can I then return in happy plight, |
Sonnet 29 | - | When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes |
Sonnet 30 | - | When to the sessions of sweet silent thought |
Sonnet 31 | - | Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, |
Sonnet 32 | - | If thou survive my well-contented day, |
Sonnet 33 | - | Full many a glorious morning have I seen |
Sonnet 34 | - | Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, |
Sonnet 35 | - | No more be grieved at that which thou hast done |
Sonnet 36 | - | Let me confess that we two must be twain, |
Sonnet 37 | - | As a decrepit father takes delight |
Sonnet 38 | - | How can my Muse want subject to invent, |
Sonnet 39 | - | O, how thy worth with manners may I sing |
Sonnet 40 | - | Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; |
Sonnet 41 | - | Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, |
Sonnet 42 | - | That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, |
Sonnet 43 | - | When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, |
Sonnet 44 | - | If the dull substance of my flesh were thought |
Sonnet 45 | - | The other two, slight air and purging fire, |
Sonnet 46 | - | Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war |
Sonnet 47 | - | Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took |
Sonnet 48 | - | How careful was I, when I took my way, |
Sonnet 49 | - | Against that time, if ever that time come, |
Sonnet 50 | - | How heavy do I journey on the way, |
Sonnet 51 | - | Thus can my love excuse the slow offence |
Sonnet 52 | - | So am I as the rich, whose blessed key |
Sonnet 53 | - | What is your substance, whereof are you made, |
Sonnet 54 | - | O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem |
Sonnet 55 | - | Not marble, nor the gilded monuments |
Sonnet 56 | - | Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said |
Sonnet 57 | - | Being your slave, what should I do but tend |
Sonnet 58 | - | That god forbid that made me first your slave |
Sonnet 59 | - | If there be nothing new, but that which is |
Sonnet 60 | - | Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, |
Sonnet 61 | - | Is it thy will thy image should keep open |
Sonnet 62 | - | Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye |
Sonnet 63 | - | Against my love shall be, as I am now, |
Sonnet 64 | - | When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced |
Sonnet 65 | - | Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea |
Sonnet 66 | - | Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, |
Sonnet 67 | - | Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, |
Sonnet 68 | - | Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, |
Sonnet 69 | - | Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view |
Sonnet 70 | - | That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, |
Sonnet 71 | - | No longer mourn for me when I am dead |
Sonnet 72 | - | O, lest the world should task you to recite |
Sonnet 73 | - | That time of year thou mayst in me behold |
Sonnet 74 | - | But be contented: when that fell arrest |
Sonnet 75 | - | So are you to my thoughts as food to life |
Sonnet 76 | - | Why is my verse so barren of new pride, |
Sonnet 77 | - | Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, |
Sonnet 78 | - | So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse |
Sonnet 79 | - | Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, |
Sonnet 80 | - | O, how I faint when I of you do write |
Sonnet 81 | - | Or I shall live your epitaph to make, |
Sonnet 82 | - | I grant thou wert not married to my Muse |
Sonnet 83 | - | I never saw that you did painting need |
Sonnet 84 | - | Who is it that says most? which can say more |
Sonnet 85 | - | My tongue -tied Muse in manners holds her still, |
Sonnet 86 | - | Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, |
Sonnet 87 | - | Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, |
Sonnet 88 | - | When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, |
Sonnet 89 | - | Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, |
Sonnet 90 | - | Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; |
Sonnet 91 | - | Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, |
Sonnet 92 | - | But do thy worst to steal thyself away, |
Sonnet 93 | - | So shall I live, supposing thou art true, |
Sonnet 94 | - | They that have power to hurt and will do none, |
Sonnet 95 | - | How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame |
Sonnet 96 | - | Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; |
Sonnet 97 | - | How like a winter hath my absence been |
Sonnet 98 | - | From you have I been absent in the spring, |
Sonnet 99 | - | The forward violet thus did I chide |
Sonnet 100 | - | Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long |
Sonnet 101 | - | O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends |
Sonnet 102 | - | My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; |
Sonnet 103 | - | Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, |
Sonnet 104 | - | To me, fair friend, you never can be old |
Sonnet 105 | - | Let not my love be call'd idolatry, |
Sonnet 106 | - | When in the chronicle of wasted time |
Sonnet 107 | - | Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul |
Sonnet 108 | - | What's in the brain that ink may character |
Sonnet 109 | - | O, never say that I was false of heart |
Sonnet 110 | - | Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there |
Sonnet 111 | - | O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, |
Sonnet 112 | - | Your love and pity doth the impression fill |
Sonnet 113 | - | Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; |
Sonnet 114 | - | Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, |
Sonnet 115 | - | Those lines that I before have writ do lie, |
Sonnet 116 | - | Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
Sonnet 117 | - | Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all |
Sonnet 118 | - | Like as, to make our appetites more keen, |
Sonnet 119 | - | What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, |
Sonnet 120 | - | That you were once unkind befriends me now, |
Sonnet 121 | - | 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, |
Sonnet 122 | - | Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain |
Sonnet 123 | - | No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: |
Sonnet 124 | - | If my dear love were but the child of state, |
Sonnet 125 | - | Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, |
Sonnet 126 | - | O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power |
Sonnet 127 | - | if it were, it bore not beauty's name; |
Sonnet 128 | - | oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, |
Sonnet 129 | - | The expense of spirit in a waste of shame |
Sonnet 130 | - | My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun |
Sonnet 131 | - | Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, |
Sonnet 132 | - | Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, |
Sonnet 133 | - | Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan |
Sonnet 134 | - | So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, |
Sonnet 135 | - | Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' |
Sonnet 136 | - | If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, |
Sonnet 137 | - | Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, |
Sonnet 138 | - | When my love swears that she is made of truth |
Sonnet 139 | - | O, call not me to justify the wrong |
Sonnet 140 | - | Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press |
Sonnet 141 | - | In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes |
Sonnet 142 | - | Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate |
Sonnet 143 | - | Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch |
Sonnet 144 | - | Two loves I have of comfort and despair |
Sonnet 145 | - | Those lips that Love's own hand did make |
Sonnet 146 | - | Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, |
Sonnet 147 | - | My love is as a fever, longing still |
Sonnet 148 | - | O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, |
Sonnet 149 | - | Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, |
Sonnet 150 | - | O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
Sonnet 151 | - | Love is too young to know what conscience is; |
Sonnet 152 | - | In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, |
Sonnet 153 | - | Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: |
Sonnet 154 | - | The little Love-god lying once asleep |
August 11, 2009
Shakespeare's Sonnets
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