Sonnet CXXX: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like Coral is far more red than her lip If snow be white, why then her bre If hairs be wires, black wires gro I have seen roses damasked, red an 2
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’ Thou art more lovely and more temp Rough winds do shake the darling b And summer’s lease hath all too sh Sometime too hot the eye of heaven 1 3
Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare When, in disgrace with fortune and I all alone beweep my outcast stat And trouble deaf heaven with my bo And look upon myself and curse my Wishing me like to one more rich i
Sonnet XXXIII: Full many a Glorious Morning have I Seen by William Shakespeare Full many a glorious morning have Flatter the mountain-tops with sov Kissing with golden face the meado Gilding pale streams with heavenly Anon permit the basest clouds to r
Sonnet XXIII: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides h Or some fierce thing replete with Whose strength’s abundance weakens So I, for fear of trust, forget t
Sonnet LXI: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare Is it thy will thy image should ke My heavy eyelids to the weary nigh Dost thou desire my slumbers shoul While shadows like to thee do mock Is it thy spirit that thou send’st
Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been by William Shakespeare How like a winter hath my absence From thee, the pleasure of the fle What freezings have I felt, what What old December’s bareness ever And yet this time remov’d was summ 3
Sonnet CVII: Not mine own Fears, nor the Prophetic Soul by William Shakespeare Not mine own fears, nor the prophe Of the wide world dreaming on thin Can yet the lease of my true love Suppos’d as forfeit to a confin’d The mortal moon hath her eclipse e
Sonnet LXXIII: That Time of Year thou mayst in me Behold by William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me When yellow leaves, or none, or fe Upon those boughs which shake agai Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the In me thou see’st the twilight of
Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought by William Shakespeare When to the sessions of sweet sile I summon up remembrance of things I sigh the lack of many a thing I And with old woes new wail my dear Then can I drown an eye, unus’d t
Sonnet CXLVII: my love is as a fever, longing still by William Shakespeare My love is as a fever, longing sti For that which longer nurseth the Feeding on that which doth preserv The uncertain sickly appetite to p My reason, the physician to my lov 1
Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to the Marriage of True Minds by William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true Admit impediments. Love is not lo Which alters when it alteration fi Or bends with the remover to remov O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 2 13
Sonnet XVII: Who will believe my verse in time to come by William Shakespeare Who will believe my verse in time If it were fill’d with your most h Though yet, heaven knows, it is bu Which hides your life and shows no If I could write the beauty of yo 1
Sonnet CXX: That you were once unkind befriends me now by William Shakespeare That you were once unkind befriend And for that sorrow which I then Needs must I under my transgressi Unless my nerves were brass or ham For if you were by my unkindness s 1
Sonnet CX: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there by William Shakespeare Alas, 'tis true I have gone here And made myself a motley to the vi Gored mine own thoughts, sold chea Made old offences of affections ne Most true it is that I have look’ 1
Sonnet XXVII: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare Weary with toil, I haste me to my The dear repose for limbs with tra But then begins a journey in my he To work my mind, when body’s work’ For then my thoughts, from far whe
Sonnet XX: a woman's face with Nature's own hand painted by William Shakespeare A woman’s face with Nature’s own Hast thou, the master-mistress of A woman’s gentle heart, but not ac With shifting change, as is false An eye more bright than theirs, le 1
Sonnet CXLII: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate by William Shakespeare 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 1 2
Sonnet CXLVI: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth by William Shakespeare Poor soul, the centre of my sinful These rebel powers that thee array Why dost thou pine within and suff Painting thy outward walls so cost Why so large cost, having so short
Sonnet I: From fairest creatures we desire increase by William Shakespeare From fairest creatures we desire i That thereby beauty’s rose might n But as the riper should by time de His tender heir might bear his mem But thou, contracted to thine own
Sonnet III: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare Look in thy glass, and tell the fa Now is the time that face should f Whose fresh repair if now thou not Thou dost beguile the world, unble For where is she so fair whose une
Sonnet IV: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend by William Shakespeare Unthrifty loveliness, why dost tho Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing but And being frank she lends to those Then, beauteous niggard, why dost
Sonnet LX: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare Like as the waves make towards the So do our minutes hasten to their Each changing place with that whic In sequent toil all forwards do co Nativity, once in the main of ligh
Sonnet VII: Lo! in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare Lo! in the orient when the graciou Lifts up his burning head, each un Doth homage to his new—appearing s Serving with looks his sacred maje And having climb’d the steep—up he 1
Sonnet CXXIX: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare The expense of spirit in a waste o Is lust in action; and till action Is perjured, murderous, bloody, fu Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not Enjoy’d no sooner but despised str
Sonnet CXXXVIII: When my love swears that she is made of truth by William Shakespeare When my love swears that she is ma I do believe her, though I know s That she might think me some untut Unlearned in the world’s false sub Thus vainly thinking that she thin
Sonnet XCIX: The forward violet thus did I chide by William Shakespeare The forward violet thus did I chi Sweet thief, whence didst thou ste If not from my love’s breath? The Which on thy soft cheek for comple In my love’s veins thou hast too g
Sonnet XII: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare When I do count the clock that te And see the brave day sunk in hide When I behold the violet past pri And sable curls all silver’d o’er When lofty trees I see barren of
Sonnet CXLV: Those lips that Love's own hand did make by William Shakespeare Those lips that Love’s own hand d Breathed forth the sound that said To me that languished for her sake But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy co 1
Sonnet XCI: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare Some glory in their birth, some in Some in their wealth, some in thei Some in their garments, though new Some in their hawks and hounds, so And every humour hath his adjunct
Sonnet LVI: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said by William Shakespeare Sweet love, renew thy force; be it Thy edge should blunter be than ap Which but to—day by feeding is all To—morrow sharpened in his former So, love, be thou, although to—day 1
Sonnet LXV: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, But sad mortality o’er—sways their How with this rage shall beauty ho Whose action is no stronger than a O, how shall summer’s honey breath
Sonnet LXXXIII: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare I never saw that you did painting And therefore to your fair no pain I found, or thought I found, you The barren tender of a poet’s debt And therefore have I slept in you 1
Sonnet LVII: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare Being your slave, what should I d Upon the hours and times of your d I have no precious time* at all to Nor services to do, till you requi Nor dare I chide the world—withou
Sonnet CIX: O, never say that I was false of heart by William Shakespeare O, never say that I was false of Though absence seem’d my flame to As easy might I from myself depar As from my soul, which in thy brea That is my home of love: if I hav
Sonnet LIV: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare O, how much more doth beauty beaut By that sweet ornament which truth The rose looks fair, but fairer we For that sweet odour, which doth i The canker blooms have full as dee