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Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine mo…
Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made
Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since…
Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:
From …
Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my…
Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way
Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way
How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my u…
Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hat…
Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For …
Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own …
Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain
Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one;
So shall …
Sonnet 38:
Sonnet 38:
How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For …
Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base…
Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day
Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day
If thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by…
Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But the…
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the l…
Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, w…
Sonnet 24: “Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled…”
Sonnet 24: “Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled…”
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart,
Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee Ti…
Sonnet 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Sonnet 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
Sonnet 2:
Sonnet 2:
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will b…
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake …
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,
And fortif…
Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling…