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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…
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…
THY bosom is endeared with all he… Which I, by lacking, have suppose… And there reigns Love, and all Lo… And all those friends which I tho… How many a holy and obsequious tea…
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…
Not from the stars do I my judgme… 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…
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…
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,
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet si… 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, unused t…
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…
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his n… And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail… When blood is nipp’d and ways be f…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…