Sonnet I: From fairest creatures we desire increase 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 II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow When forty winters shall besiege t And dig deep trenches in thy beaut Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed Will be a tatter’d weed, of small Then being ask’d where all thy bea
Sonnet III: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest 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 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 V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame Those hours, that with gentle work The lovely gaze where every eye do Will play the tyrants to the very And that unfair which fairly doth For never-resting time leads summe
Sonnet VI: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface Then let not winter’s ragged hand In thee thy summer, ere thou be di Make sweet some vial; treasure tho With beauty’s treasure ere it be s That use is not forbidden usury,
Sonnet VII: Lo! in the orient when the gracious light 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 VIII: Music to Hear, Why Hear’st Thou Music Sadly? Music to hear, why hear’st thou mu Sweets with sweets war not, joy de Why lov’st thou that which thou re Or else receiv’st with pleasure th If the true concord of well-tunèd
Sonnet IX: Is It for Fear to Wet a Widow’s Eye Is it for fear to wet a widow’s ey That thou consum’st thy self in si Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to The world will wail thee like a ma The world will be thy widow and st
Sonnet X: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear’st Love to Any For shame, deny that thou bear’st Who for thy self art so unproviden Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belo But that thou none lov’st is most For thou art so possessed with mur
Sonnet XI: as Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow’st 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 XII: When I do count the clock that tells the time 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 XIII: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are 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
Sonnet XIV: Not From the Stars Do I my Judgement Pluck 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 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 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 XVII: Who will believe my verse in time to come 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 XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? 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 XIX: Devouring Time Blunt Thou the Lion’s Paws 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 XX: a woman's face with Nature's own hand painted 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 XXI: So Is It Not With Me as With That Muse 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 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 XXIII: As an unperfect actor on the stage 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 XXIV: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled 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 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
Sonnet XXVI: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage 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
Sonnet XXVII: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed 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 XXVIII: How Can I Then Return in Happy Plight How can I then return in happy pl That am debarred the benefit of re When day’s oppression is not eased But day by night, and night by day And each, though enemies to either
Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes 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 XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought 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 XXXI: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts Thy bosom is endeared with all hea Which I by lacking have supposed And there reigns Love, and all Lo And all those friends which I tho How many a holy and obsequious tea
Sonnet XXXII: If Thou Survive my Well If thou survive my well-contented When that churl Death my bones wi And shalt by fortune once more re- These poor rude lines of thy decea Compare them with the bett’ring of
Sonnet XXXIII: Full many a Glorious Morning have I Seen 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 XXXIV: Why Didst Thou Promise Such a Beauteous Day Why didst thou promise such a beau And make me travel forth without m To let base clouds o’ertake me in Hiding thy brav’ry in their rotten 'Tis not enough that through the c
Sonnet XXXV: No More Be Grieved at That Which Thou Hast Done No more be grieved at that which t Roses have thorns, and silver foun Clouds and eclipses stain both moo And loathsome canker lives in swee All men make faults, and even I i
Sonnet XXXVI: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain Let me confess that we two must be Although our undivided loves are o So shall those blots that do with Without thy help, by me be borne a In our two loves there is but one
Sonnet XXXVII: as a Decrepit Father Takes Delight As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds o So I, made lame by Fortune’s dear Take all my comfort of thy worth a For whether beauty, birth, or weal
Sonnet XXXVIII: How Can my Muse Want Subject to Invent How can my Muse want subject to i While thou dost breathe, that pour Thine own sweet argument, too exce For every vulgar paper to rehearse O, give thyself the thanks, if aug
Sonnet XXXIX: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing O, how thy worth with manners may When thou art all the better part What can mine own praise to mine o And what is’t but mine own when I Even for this let us divided live,
Sonnet XL: Take All my Loves, my Love, Yea, Take Them All Take all my loves, my love, yea, t What hast thou then more than thou No love, my love, that thou mayst All mine was thine, before thou ha Then if for my love, thou my love
Sonnet XLI: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits Those pretty wrongs that liberty c When I am sometime absent from th Thy beauty and thy years full well For still temptation follows where Gentle thou art, and therefore to
Sonnet XLII: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All my Grief That thou hast her, it is not all And yet it may be said I loved he That she hath thee is of my wailin A loss in love that touches me mor Loving offenders, thus I will exc
Sonnet XLIII: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see When most I wink, then do mine ey For all the day they view things u But when I sleep, in dreams they And darkly bright are bright in da Then thou, whose shadow shadows do
Sonnet XLIV: If the Dull Substance of my Flesh Were Thought If the dull substance of my flesh Injurious distance should not stop For then despite of space I would From limits far remote, where thou No matter then although my foot di
Sonnet XLV: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire The other two, slight air and purg Are both with thee, wherever I ab The first my thought, the other my These present-absent with swift mo For when these quicker elements ar
Sonnet XLVI: Mine Eye and Heart Are at a Mortal War Mine eye and heart are at a mortal How to divide the conquest of thy Mine eye my heart thy picture’s si My heart mine eye the freedom of t My heart doth plead that thou in h
Sonnet XLVII: Betwixt Mine Eye and Heart a League Is Took Betwixt mine eye and heart a leagu And each doth good turns now unto When that mine eye is famished for Or heart in love with sighs himsel With my love’s picture then my eye
Sonnet XLVIII: How Careful Was I, When I Took my Way How careful was I, when I took my Each trifle under truest bars to t That to my use it might unusèd sta From hands of falsehood, in sure w But thou, to whom my jewels trifle
Sonnet XLIX: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come Against that time, if ever that ti When I shall see thee frown on my When as thy love hath cast his utm Called to that audit by advised re Against that time when thou shalt
Sonnet L: How Heavy Do I Journey on the Way How heavy do I journey on the way When what I seek, my weary travel Doth teach that case and that repo “Thus far the miles are measured f The beast that bears me, tired wit
Sonnet LI: Thus Can my Love Excuse the Slow Offence Thus can my love excuse the slow o Of my dull bearer, when from thee From where thou art, why should I Till I return, of posting is no n O, what excuse will my poor beast
Sonnet LII: So Am I as the Rich Whose Blessed Key So am I as the rich whose blessèd Can bring him to his sweet up-lock The which he will not every hour s For blunting the fine point of sel Therefore are feasts so solemn and
Sonnet LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made 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 LIV: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem 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 LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments 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 LVI: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said 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 LVII: Being your slave, what should I do but tend 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 LVIII: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave That god forbid, that made me firs I should in thought control your t Or at your hand th’ account of hou Being your vassal bound to stay yo O, let me suffer, being at your be
Sonnet LIX: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is If there be nothing new, but that Hath been before, how are our brai Which, labouring for invention bea The second burthen of a former chi O, that record could with a backwa
Sonnet LX: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore 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 LXI: Is it thy will thy image should keep open 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 LXII: Sin of Self Sin of self-love possesseth all mi And all my soul, and all my every And for this sin there is no remed It is so grounded inward in my hea Methinks no face so gracious is as
Sonnet LXIII: Against my Love Shall Be, as I Am Now Against my love shall be, as I am With Time’s injurious hand crushe When hours have drained his blood With lines and wrinkles; when his Hath travelled on to age’s steepy
Sonnet LXIV: When I Have Seen by Time’s Fell Hand Defaced When I have seen by Time’s fell h The rich-proud cost of outworn bur When sometime lofty towers I see And brass eternal slave to mortal When I have seen the hungry ocean
Sonnet LXV: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 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 LXVI: Tired With All These, for Restful Death I Cry Tired with all these, for restful As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jolli And purest faith unhappily forswor And gilded honour shamefully mispl
Sonnet LXVII: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live Ah, wherefore with infection shoul And with his presence grace impiet That sin by him advantage should a And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate
Sonnet LXVIII: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn Thus is his cheek the map of days When beauty lived and died as flow Before these bastard signs of fair Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the d
Sonnet LXIX: Those Parts of Thee That the World’s Eye Doth View Those parts of thee that the world Want nothing that the thought of h All tongues, the voice of souls, g Utt’ring bare truth, even so as fo Thy outward thus with outward prai
Sonnet LXX: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect That thou art blam’d shall not be For slander’s mark was ever yet th The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven’s swee So thou be good, slander doth but
Sonnet LXXI: No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead No longer mourn for me when I am Than you shall hear the surly sull Give warning to the world that I From this vile world with vilest w Nay if you read this line, remembe
Sonnet LXXII: O, Lest the World Should Task You to Recite O, lest the world should task you What merit lived in me that you sh After my death, dear love, forget For you in me can nothing worthy p Unless you would devise some virtu
Sonnet LXXIII: That Time of Year thou mayst in me Behold 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 LXXIV: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest But be contented when that fell ar Without all bail shall carry me aw My life hath in this line some int Which for memorial still with thee When thou reviewest this, thou dos
Sonnet LXXV: So Are You to my Thoughts as Food to Life So are you to my thoughts as food Or as sweet-seasoned showers are t And for the peace of you I hold s As 'twixt a miser and his wealth i Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Sonnet LXXVI: Why Is my Verse So Barren of New Pride? Why is my verse so barren of new p So far from variation or quick cha Why with the time do I not glance To new-found methods, and to compo Why write I still all one, ever t 1
Sonnet LXXVII: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear Thy glass will show thee how thy b Thy dial how thy precious minutes These vacant leaves thy mind’s imp And of this book, this learning ma The wrinkles which thy glass will
Sonnet LXXVIII: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee for my Muse So oft have I invoked thee for my And found such fair assistance in As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy dispers Thine eyes, that taught the dumb o
Sonnet LXXIX: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid Whilst I alone did call upon thy My verse alone had all thy gentle But now my gracious numbers are de And my sick Muse doth give an oth I grant, sweet love, thy lovely ar
Sonnet LXXX: O, How I Faint When I of You Do Write O! how I faint when I of you do w Knowing a better spirit doth use y And in the praise thereof spends a To make me tongue-tied speaking of But since your worth—wide as the o
Sonnet LXXXI: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph to Make Or I shall live your epitaph to m Or you survive when I in earth am From hence your memory death canno Although in me each part will be f Your name from hence immortal life
Sonnet LXXXII: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married to my Muse I grant thou wert not married to m And therefore mayst without attain The dedicated words which writers Of their fair subject, blessing ev Thou art as fair in knowledge as i
Sonnet LXXXIII: I never saw that you did painting need 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 LXXXIV: Who is it That Says Most, Which Can Say More Who is it that says most, which ca Than this rich praise—that you alo In whose confine immurèd is the st Which should example where your eq Lean penury within that pen doth d
Sonnet LXXXV: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still My tongue-tied Muse in manners ho While comments of your praise, ric Reserve their character with golde And precious phrase by all the Mu I think good thoughts whilst other
Sonnet LXXXVI: Was It the Proud Full Sail of His Great Verse Was it the proud full sail of his Bound for the prize of all-too-pre That did my ripe thoughts in my br Making their tomb the womb wherein Was it his spirit, by spirits taug
Sonnet LXXXVII: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear for my Possessing Farewell! Thou art too dear for m And like enough thou know’st thy e The charter of thy worth gives the My bonds in thee are all determina For how do I hold thee but by thy 1
Sonnet LXXXVIII: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed to Set Me Light When thou shalt be disposed to set And place my merit in the eye of s Upon thy side, against myself I’l And prove thee virtuous, though th With mine own weakness being best
Sonnet LXXXIX: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me for Some Fault Say that thou didst forsake me for And I will comment upon that offe Speak of my lameness, and I strai Against thy reasons making no defe Thou canst not, love, disgrace me
Sonnet XC: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now Then hate me when thou wilt; if ev Now, while the world is bent my de join with the spite of fortune, ma And do not drop in for an after-lo Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'sc
Sonnet XCI: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill 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 XCII: But Do Thy Worst to Steal Thyself Away But do thy worst to steal thyself For term of life thou art assured And life no longer than thy love w For it depends upon that love of t Then need I not to fear the worst
Sonnet XCIII: So shall I live, supposing thou art true So shall I live, supposing thou a Like a deceived husband; so love’s May still seem love to me, though Thy looks with me, thy heart in ot For there can live no hatred in th
Sonnet XCIV: They That Have Power to Hurt and Will Do None They that have power to hurt and w That do not do the thing, they mos Who, moving others, are themselves Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation s They rightly do inherit heaven’s g
Sonnet XCV: How Sweet and Lovely Dost Thou Make the Shame How sweet and lovely dost thou mak Which, like a canker in the fragra Doth spot the beauty of thy buddin O, in what sweets dost thou thy si That tongue that tells the story o
Sonnet XCVI: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness Some say thy fault is youth, some Some say thy grace is youth and ge Both grace and faults are loved of Thou mak’st faults graces that to As on the finger of a thronèd quee
Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been 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 XCVIII: From you have I been absent in the spring From you have I been absent in th When proud pied April, dressed in Hath put a spirit of youth in ever That heavy Saturn laughed and lea Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the 1
Sonnet XCIX: The forward violet thus did I chide 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 C: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget’st So Long Where art thou, Muse, that thou f To speak of that which gives thee Spend’st thou thy fury on some wor Darkening thy power to lend base s Return, forgetful Muse, and strai 1
Sonnet CI: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends O truant Muse, what shall be thy For thy neglect of truth in beauty Both truth and beauty on my love d So dost thou too, and therein dign Make answer, Muse. Wilt thou not
Sonnet CII: My Love is Strengthened, Though More Weak in Seeming My love is strengthened, though mo I love not less, though less the s That love is merchandized, whose r The owner's tongue doth publish ev Our love was new, and then but in
Sonnet CIII: Alack, What Poverty my Muse Brings Forth Alack, what poverty my Muse bring That having such a scope to show h The argument all bare is of more w Than when it hath my added praise O, blame me not if I no more can
Sonnet CIV: to me, fair friend, you never can be old To me, fair friend, you never can For as you were when first your ey Such seems your beauty still. Thr Have from the forests shook three Three beauteous springs to yellow 3
Sonnet CV: Let Not my Love Be Called Idolatry 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
Sonnet CVI: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time 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
Sonnet CVII: Not mine own Fears, nor the Prophetic Soul 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 CVIII: What’s in the Brain That Ink May Character 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
Sonnet CIX: O, never say that I was false of heart 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 CX: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there 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 CXI: O, for my Sake Do You With Fortune Chide 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
Sonnet CXII: Your Love and Pity Doth Th’ Impression Fill 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
Sonnet CXIII: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is in my Mind 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 1
Sonnet CXIV: Or Whether Doth my Mind, Being Crowned With You 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
Sonnet CXV: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie 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
Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to the Marriage of True Minds 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 CXVII: Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Accuse me thus: that I have scant Wherein I should your great deser Forgot upon your dearest love to c Whereto all bonds do tie me day by That I have frequent been with un
Sonnet CXVIII: Like as to Make Our Appetite More Keen 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
Sonnet CXIX: What Potions Have I Drunk of Siren Tears What potions have I drunk of Sire Distilled from limbecks foul as he Applying fears to hopes, and hopes Still losing when I saw my self t What wretched errors hath my heart
Sonnet CXX: That you were once unkind befriends me now 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 CXXI: Tis Better to Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed ’TIS better to be vile than vile When not to be receives reproach o And the just pleasure lost, which Not by our feeling, but by others’ For why should others’ false adult
Sonnet CXXII: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within my Brain 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
Sonnet CXXIII: No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change 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
Sonnet CXXIV: If my dear love were but the child of state If my dear love were but the child It might for Fortune’s bastard be As subject to Time’s love or to T Weeds among weeds, or flowers with No, it was builded far from accide
Sonnet CXXV: Were’t Aught to Me I Bore the Canopy Were’t aught to me I bore the can With my extern the outward honouri Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than waste Have I not seen dwellers on form
Sonnet CXXVI: O Thou, my Lovely Boy, Who in Thy Power 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
Sonnet CXXVII: In the old age black was not counted fair 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
Sonnet CXXVIII: How Oft, When Thou, my Music, Music Play’st 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
Sonnet CXXIX: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame 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 CXXX: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun 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 CXXXI: Thou Art as Tyrannous, So as Thou Art Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou As those whose beauties proudly ma For well thou know’st to my dear d Thou art the fairest and most prec Yet, in good faith, some say that
Sonnet CXXXII: Thine Eyes I Love, and They, as Pitying Me Thine eyes I love, and they, as p Knowing thy heart torment me with Have put on black, and loving mour Looking with pretty ruth upon my p And truly not the morning sun of h
Sonnet CXXXIII: Beshrew That Heart That Makes my Heart to Groan Beshrew that heart that makes my h For that deep wound it gives my fr Is’t not enough to torture me alon But slave to slavery my sweet’st f Me from my self thy cruel eye hath
Sonnet CXXXIV: So, Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine So, now I have confessed that he And I my self am mortgaged to thy Myself I’ll forfeit, so that othe Thou wilt restore to be my comfort But thou wilt not, nor he will not
Sonnet CXXXV: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will Whoever hath her wish, thou hast t And Will to boot, and Will in ove More than enough am I that vex th To thy sweet will making addition Wilt thou, whose will is large and
Sonnet CXXXVI: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near If thy soul check thee that I com Swear to thy blind soul that I wa And will thy soul knows is admitte Thus far for love, my love suit, s Will will fulfil the treasure of t
Sonnet CXXXVII: Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou to Mine Eyes Thou blind fool, Love, what dost That they behold and see not what They know what beauty is, see wher Yet what the best is, take the wor If eyes corrupt by overpartial loo
Sonnet CXXXVIII: When my love swears that she is made of truth 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 CXXXIX: O, Call Not Me to Justify the Wrong O, call not me to justify the wron That thy unkindness lays upon my h Wound me not with thine eye but wi Use power with power, and slay me Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere, but
Sonnet CXL: Be Wise as Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press Be wise as thou art cruel; do not My tongue-tied patience with too m Lest sorrow lend me words and word The manner of my pity-wanting pain If I might teach thee wit, better
Sonnet CXLI: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes In faith, I do not love thee with For they in thee a thousand errors But 'tis my heart that loves what Who in despite of view is pleased Nor are mine cars with thy tongue’ 1
Sonnet CXLII: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate 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 CXLIII: Lo, as a Careful Houswife Runs to Catch Lo, as a careful housewife runs to One of her feather’d creatures bro Sets down her babe, and makes all In pursuit of the thing she would Whilst her neglected child holds h
Sonnet CXLIV: Two Loves I Have, of Comfort and Despair Two loves I have, of comfort and Which like two spirits do suggest The better angel is a man right fa The worser spirit a woman coloured To win me soon to hell, my female
Sonnet CXLV: Those lips that Love's own hand did make 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 CXLVI: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth 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 CXLVII: my love is as a fever, longing still 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 CXLVIII: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put in my Head O me! what eyes hath love put in m Which have no correspondence with Or, if they have, where is my judg That censures falsely what they se If that be fair whereon my false e
Sonnet CXLIX: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not Canst thou, O cruel, say I love t When I against my self with thee Do I not think on thee when I for Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy Who hateth thee that I do call my
Sonnet CL: O, from what power hast thou this powerful might O, from what power hast thou this With insufficiency my heart to swa To make me give the lie to my true And swear that brightness doth not Whence hast thou this becoming of
Sonnet CLI: Love is too young to know what conscience is Love is too young to know what con Yet who knows not conscience is bo Then, gentle cheater, urge not my Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet For, thou betraying me, I do betr
Sonnet CLII: in Loving Thee Thou Know’st I Am Forsworn In loving thee thou know’st I am But thou art twice forsworn to me In act thy bed-vow broke and new f In vowing new hate after new love But why of two oaths’ breach do I
Sonnet CLIII: Cupid Laid by His Brand and Fell Asleep Cupid laid by his brand and fell a A maid of Dian’s this advantage f And his love-kindling fire did qui In a cold valley-fountain of that Which borrowed from this holy fire
Sonnet CLIV: The Little Love The little love god lying once asl Laid by his side his heart-inflami Whilst many nymphs that vowed chas Came tripping by; but in her maide The fairest votary took up that fi