Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare … ’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temp Rough winds … 1 3
Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare … ’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such That …
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 … And dumb presagers of my speaking Who plead for love …
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 LXXIII: That Time of Year thou mayst in me Behold by William Shakespeare … , which makes thy love mor To love that well which thou ̷
Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought by William Shakespeare … dateless night, And weep afresh love’s long since
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 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 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 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 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 So, love, be thou, although to—day The spirit of love, with a perpetu Let … when they see Return of love, more blest may be 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 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
Sonnet XCIII: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare So shall I live, supposing thou art true… Like a deceived husband; so love’s May still … other place: For there can live no hatred in th Therefore in that I cannot know th
Sonnet LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare Not marble, nor the gilded monumen Of princes, shall outlive this pow But you shall shine more bright in Than unswept stone besmear’d with When wasteful war shall statues ov
Sonnet LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made by William Shakespeare What is your substance, whereof ar That millions of strange shadows o Since every one hath, every one, o And you, but one, can every shadow Describe Adonis, and the counterf
Sonnet X: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear’st Love to Any by William Shakespeare … , deny that thou bear’st love… Who for thy … be fairer lodged than gentle … Be as thy presence is … , Make thee another self, for love o That beauty still …
Sonnet XI: as Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow’st by William Shakespeare 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
Sonnet XIII: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are by William Shakespeare … you were your self! But, love… No longer yours … , none but unthrifts! Dear my … You had a …
Sonnet XIV: Not From the Stars Do I my Judgement Pluck by William Shakespeare Not from the stars do I my judgem And yet methinks I have astronomy But not to tell of good or evil lu Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons Nor can I fortune to brief minute
Sonnet XV: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows by William Shakespeare When I consider every thing that Holds in perfection but a little m That this huge stage presenteth no Whereon the stars in secret influe When I perceive that men as plant
Sonnet XVI: But Wherefore Do Not You a Mightier Way by William Shakespeare But wherefore do not you a mightie Make war upon this bloody tyrant, And fortify your self in your deca With means more blessèd than my ba Now stand you on the top of happy
Sonnet XIX: Devouring Time Blunt Thou the Lion’s Paws by William Shakespeare Devouring Time blunt thou the lio And make the earth devour her own Pluck the keen teeth from the fier And burn the long-lived phoenix, i Make glad and sorry seasons as tho
Sonnet XXI: So Is It Not With Me as With That Muse by William Shakespeare So is it not with me as with that Stirred by a painted beauty to his Who heaven it self for ornament do And every fair with his fair doth Making a couplement of proud compa
Sonnet XXII: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old by William Shakespeare My glass shall not persuade me I So long as youth and thou are of o But when in thee Time’s furrows I Then look I death my days should For all that beauty that doth cove
Sonnet XXIV: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled by William Shakespeare Mine eye hath played the painter a Thy beauty’s form in table of my h My body is the frame wherein 'tis And perspective it is best painter For through the painter must you s
Sonnet XXV: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars by William Shakespeare Let those who are in favour with t Of public honour and proud titles Whilst I, whom fortune of such tr Unlooked for joy in that I honour Great princes’ favourites their fa