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William Shakespeare


  • A Lover's Complaint
       FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
  • Sonet LIV
       O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
  • Sonnet C
       Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
  • Sonnet CI
       O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
  • Sonnet CII
       My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
  • Sonnet CIII
       Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
  • Sonnet CIV
       To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
  • Sonnet CIX
       O, never say that I was false of heart,
  • Sonnet CL
       O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
  • Sonnet CLI
       Love is too young to know what conscience is;
  • Sonnet CLII
       In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
  • Sonnet CLIII
       Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
  • Sonnet CLIV
       The little Love-god lying once asleep
  • Sonnet CV
       Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
  • Sonnet CVI
       When in the chronicle of wasted time
  • Sonnet CVII
       Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
  • Sonnet CVIII
       What's in the brain that ink may character
  • Sonnet CX
       Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
  • Sonnet CXI
       O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
  • Sonnet CXII
       Your love and pity doth the impression fill
  • Sonnet CXIII
       Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
  • Sonnet CXIV
       Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
  • Sonnet CXIX
       What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
  • Sonnet CXL
       Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
  • Sonnet CXLI
       In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
  • Sonnet CXLII
       Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
  • Sonnet CXLIII
       Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
  • Sonnet CXLIV
       Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
  • Sonnet CXLIX
       Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
  • Sonnet CXLV
       Those lips that Love's own hand did make
  • Sonnet CXLVI
       Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
  • Sonnet CXLVII
       My love is as a fever, longing still
  • Sonnet CXLVIII
       O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
  • Sonnet CXV
       Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
  • Sonnet CXVI
       Let me not to the marriage of true minds
  • Sonnet CXVII
       Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
  • Sonnet CXVIII
       Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
  • Sonnet CXX
       That you were once unkind befriends me now,
  • Sonnet CXXI
       'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
  • Sonnet CXXII
       Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
  • Sonnet CXXIII
       No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
  • Sonnet CXXIV
       If my dear love were but the child of state,
  • Sonnet CXXIX
       The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
  • Sonnet CXXV
       Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
  • Sonnet CXXVI
       O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
  • Sonnet CXXVII
       In the old age black was not counted fair,
  • Sonnet CXXVIII
       How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
  • Sonnet CXXX
       My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
  • Sonnet CXXXI
       Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
  • Sonnet CXXXII
       Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
  • Sonnet CXXXIII
       Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
  • Sonnet CXXXIV
       So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
  • Sonnet CXXXIX
       O, call not me to justify the wrong
  • Sonnet CXXXV
       Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
  • Sonnet CXXXVI
       If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
  • Sonnet CXXXVII
       Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
  • Sonnet CXXXVIII
       When my love swears that she is made of truth
  • Sonnet I
       FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
  • Sonnet II
       When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
  • Sonnet III
       Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
  • Sonnet IV
       Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
  • Sonnet IX
       Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
  • Sonnet L
       How heavy do I journey on the way,
  • Sonnet LI
       Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
  • Sonnet LII
       So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
  • Sonnet LIII
       What is your substance, whereof are you made,
  • Sonnet LIX
       If there be nothing new, but that which is
  • Sonnet LV
       Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
  • Sonnet LVI
       Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
  • Sonnet LVII
       Being your slave, what should I do but tend
  • Sonnet LVIII
       That god forbid that made me first your slave,
  • Sonnet LX
       Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
  • Sonnet LXI
       Is it thy will thy image should keep open
  • Sonnet LXII
       Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
  • Sonnet LXIII
       Against my love shall be, as I am now,
  • Sonnet LXIV
       When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
  • Sonnet LXIX
       Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
  • Sonnet LXV
       Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
  • Sonnet LXVI
       Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
  • Sonnet LXVII
       Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
  • Sonnet LXVII
       Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
  • Sonnet LXX
       That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
  • Sonnet LXXI
       No longer mourn for me when I am dead
  • Sonnet LXXII
       O, lest the world should task you to recite
  • Sonnet LXXIII
       That time of year thou mayst in me behold
  • Sonnet LXXIV
       But be contented: when that fell arrest
  • Sonnet LXXIX
       Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
  • Sonnet LXXV
       So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
  • Sonnet LXXVI
       Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
  • Sonnet LXXVII
       Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
  • Sonnet LXXVIII
       So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
  • Sonnet LXXX
       O, how I faint when I of you do write,
  • Sonnet LXXXI
       Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
  • Sonnet LXXXII
       I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
  • Sonnet LXXXIII
       I never saw that you did painting need
  • Sonnet LXXXIV
       Who is it that says most? which can say more
  • Sonnet LXXXIX
       Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
  • Sonnet LXXXV
       My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
  • Sonnet LXXXVI
       Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
  • Sonnet LXXXVII
       Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
  • Sonnet LXXXVIII
       When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
  • Sonnet V
       Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
  • Sonnet VI
       Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
  • Sonnet VII
       Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
  • Sonnet VIII
       Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
  • Sonnet X
       For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
  • Sonnet XC
       Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
  • Sonnet XCI
       Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
  • Sonnet XCII
       But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
  • Sonnet XCIII
       So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
  • Sonnet XCIV
       They that have power to hurt and will do none,
  • Sonnet XCIX
       The forward violet thus did I chide:
  • Sonnet XCV
       How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
  • Sonnet XCVI
       Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
  • Sonnet XCVII
       How like a winter hath my absence been
  • Sonnet XCVIII
       From you have I been absent in the spring,
  • Sonnet XI
       As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
  • Sonnet XI
       So is it not with me as with that Muse
  • Sonnet XII
       When I do count the clock that tells the time,
  • Sonnet XIII
       O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
  • Sonnet XIV
       Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
  • Sonnet XIX
       Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
  • Sonnet XL
       Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
  • Sonnet XLI
       Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
  • Sonnet XLII
       That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
  • Sonnet XLIII
       When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
  • Sonnet XLIV
       If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
  • Sonnet XLIX
       Against that time, if ever that time come,
  • Sonnet XLV
       The other two, slight air and purging fire,
  • Sonnet XLVI
       Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
  • Sonnet XLVII
       Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
  • Sonnet XLVIII
       How careful was I, when I took my way,
  • Sonnet XV
       When I consider every thing that grows
  • Sonnet XVI
       But wherefore do not you a mightier way
  • Sonnet XVII
       Who will believe my verse in time to come,
  • Sonnet XVIII
       Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  • Sonnet XX
       A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
  • Sonnet XXII
       My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
  • Sonnet XXIII
       As an unperfect actor on the stage
  • Sonnet XXIV
       Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
  • Sonnet XXIX
       When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
  • Sonnet XXV
       Let those who are in favour with their stars
  • Sonnet XXVI
       Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
  • Sonnet XXVII
       Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
  • Sonnet XXVIII
       How can I then return in happy plight,
  • Sonnet XXX
       When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
  • Sonnet XXXI
       Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
  • Sonnet XXXII
       If thou survive my well-contented day,
  • Sonnet XXXIII
       Full many a glorious morning have I seen
  • Sonnet XXXIV
       Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
  • Sonnet XXXIX
       O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
  • Sonnet XXXV
       No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
  • Sonnet XXXVI
       Let me confess that we two must be twain,
  • Sonnet XXXVII
       As a decrepit father takes delight
  • Sonnet XXXVIII
       How can my Muse want subject to invent,
  • The Rape Of Lucrece
  • Venus and Adonis
       'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo