Interesting is the delicacy in the… When far more than most know of th… Now to be a slut full of shit is d… So why at us, free of shit’s shack… Did not Mother Teresa and your ow…
The pair sweet and succulent reads… When scandal, in fact, arises in t… To consume both sweet and succulen… If you may choose say pineapple ov… A pussy of pungency is of your cho…
A pillow is a place to rest one’s… A pillow for your head when sleep… But when asked about head in your… Without regard for sleep many twis… As there is variety in each plot,…
The eyes on the face of my one tru… I say this in confidence, though b… While my love but always keeps a s… Do not mistake my… our passion for… While I am woman,…
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue… Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful… O, but with mine compare thou thin… And thou shalt find it merits not… Or, if it do, not from those lips…
YOUNG ENGLAND—what is then b… Of dear Old England? Think they… Dead to the very name? Presumptio… On empty air! That name will keep… In the true filial bosom’s inmost…
...Sonnet.... ...Ne ris point des sonnets, ô critique moqueur... ...Car il chante en sonnets... ...Exhale en longs sonnets... ...Moi, je veux rajeunir le doux sonnet...
I shall think of you as i breathe… Each breath of sorrow, joy and las… For once was love all that i did b… Now only standpoint mutterings do… Go off the deep end with chaotic s…
MOONLIT NIGHT In the solemn windy moonlit night Enchant lovers’ passion with burni… Tranquil the heart with fantasy de… Shadowing their naked bodies witho…
A beautiful day, the air so sweet, the smell of nature, so fresh. The birdies sing, whistle, and twe… the clouds mingle, and mesh. I’m happy today, as my eyes behold…
As I grow old and grey, days get… Myself, I find preoccupied with d… That moment I surrender my last b… Wondering what lies beyond life’s… Will my parting be painful and dra…
...Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome ... ...sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a... ...love sonnet, from me ...
When do I see thee most, beloved… When in the light the spirits of m… Before thy face, their altar, sole… The worship of that Love through… Or when in the dusk hours, (we two…
Lord of my love, to whom in vassal… Thy merit hath my duty strongly kn… To thee I send this written embas… To witness duty, not to show my wi… Duty so great, which wit so poor a…
In the old age black was not count… Or if it were, it bore not beauty’… But now is black beauty’s successi… And beauty slandered with a bastar… For since each hand hath put on N…
Let not my love be called idolatry… Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and prais… To one, of one, still such, and ev… Kind is my love today, tomorrow ki…
When in the chronicle of wasted ti… I see descriptions of the fairest… And beauty making beautiful old rh… In praise of ladies dead, and love… Then, in the blazon of sweet beaut…
What’s in the brain that ink may c… Which hath not figured to thee my… What’s new to speak, what now to r… That may express my love, or thy d… Nothing, sweet boy, but yet, like…
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fas… In one of thine, from that which t… And that fresh blood which youngly… Thou mayst call thine when thou fr… Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and i…
O, for my sake do you with Fortun… The guilty goddess of my harmful d… That did not better for my life pr… Than public means which public man… Thence comes it that my name recei…
Your love and pity doth th’ impres… Which vulgar scandal stamped upon… For what care I who calls me well… So you o’ergreen my bad, my good a… You are my all the world, and I m…
Since I left you, mine eye is in… And that which governs me to go ab… Doth part his function, and is par… Seems seeing, but effectually is o… For it no form delivers to the hea…
Or whether doth my mind, being cro… Drink up the monarch’s plague, thi… Or whether shall I say mine eye s… And that your love taught it this… To make of monsters, and things in…
Those lines that I before have wr… Even those that said I could not… Yet then my judgment knew no reaso… My most full flame should afterwar… But reckoning Time, whose million…
Like as to make our appetite more… With eager compounds we our palate… As to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken to shun sickness when we… Even so being full of your ne’er-c…
Thy gift, thy tables, are within m… Full charactered with lasting memo… Which shall above that idle rank r… Beyond all date even to eternity— Or at the least, so long as brain…
No, Time, thou shalt not boast th… Thy pyramids built up with newer m… To me are nothing novel, nothing s… They are but dressings of a former… Our dates are brief, and therefore…
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy… Dost hold Time’s fickle glass his… Who hast by waning grown, and ther… Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet… If Nature, sovereign mistress ove…
How oft, when thou, my music, musi… Upon that blessèd wood whose motio… With thy sweet fingers when thou g… The wiry concord that mine ear con… Do I envy those jacks that nimble…
O, that you were your self! But,… No longer yours than you yourself… Against this coming end you should… And your sweet semblance to some o… So should that beauty which you ho…
