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Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above t…
Sonnet 121:Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
Sonnet 121:Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pl…
Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time
Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When…
Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen
Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen
Like as to make our appetite more keen
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
As to prev…
Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie
Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer;
Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth par…
Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest, <…
Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That d…
Sonnet 107:
Sonnet 107:
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Sup…
Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character
Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument a…
Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry
Sonnet 105: 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 a…
Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beaut…
Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any
Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any
For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if tho…
Silvia
Silvia
WHO is Silvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend h…
Sonnet 1:
Sonnet 1:
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tende…
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old customs make this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? …
Orpheus
Orpheus
? or John Fletcher.
ORPHEUS with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing: <…
Love
Love
TELL me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the…
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy;
But not to tell of go…
Hark! Hark! The Lark
Hark! Hark! The Lark
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers…
It was a Lover and his Lass
It was a Lover and his Lass
IT was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98)
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98)
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Fidele
Fidele
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy …