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Sonnet VIII
Sonnet VIII
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not g…
Sonnet VI
Sonnet VI
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With b…
Sonnet LXXXVIII
Sonnet LXXXVIII
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,
And p…
Sonnet LXXXVI
Sonnet LXXXVI
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,…
Sonnet LXXXIX
Sonnet LXXXIX
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence;
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
…
Sonnet LXXXIII
Sonnet LXXXIII
I never saw that you did painting need
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The b…
Sonnet LXXXI
Sonnet LXXXI
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in …
Sonnet LXXVIII
Sonnet LXXVIII
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee …
Sonnet LXXIX
Sonnet LXXIX
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Mus…
Sonnet LXXVI
Sonnet LXXVI
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found me…
Sonnet LXXI
Sonnet LXXI
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile…
Sonnet LXXIII
Sonnet LXXIII
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against th…
Sonnet LXVI
Sonnet LXVI
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest fai…
Sonnet LXIX
Sonnet LXIX
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give th…
Sonnet LXI
Sonnet LXI
Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shad…
Sonnet LXIII
Sonnet LXIII
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his br…
Sonnet LVI
Sonnet LVI
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow …
Sonnet LVIII
Sonnet LVIII
That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to c…
Sonnet LII
Sonnet LII
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunt…
Sonnet LIX
Sonnet LIX
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
The…
Sonnet L
Sonnet L
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
'Thus far the mile…
Sonnet IV: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
Sonnet IV: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives …
Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's …
Sonnet CXXXVIII
Sonnet CXXXVIII
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,