1/3/2016 | II. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, |
1/4/2016 | III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest |
1/5/2016 | IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend |
1/6/2016 | V. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame |
1/9/2016 | VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface |
1/10/2016 | VII. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light |
1/11/2016 | VIII. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? |
1/12/2016 | IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye |
1/13/2016 | X. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, |
1/16/2016 | XI. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest |
1/17/2016 | XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time, |
1/18/2016 | XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are |
1/19/2016 | XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; |
1/20/2016 | XV. When I consider every thing that grows |
1/23/2016 | XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way |
1/24/2016 | XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, |
1/25/2016 | XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? |
1/26/2016 | XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, |
1/27/2016 | XX. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted |
1/30/2016 | XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse |
1/31/2016 | XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old, |
2/1/2016 | XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage |
2/2/2016 | XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd |
2/3/2016 | XXV. Let those who are in favour with their stars |
2/6/2016 | XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage |
2/7/2016 | XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, |
2/8/2016 | XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight, |
2/9/2016 | XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd |
2/10/2016 | XXX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought |
2/13/2016 | XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, |
2/14/2016 | XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day, |
2/15/2016 | XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen |
2/16/2016 | XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, |
2/17/2016 | XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: |
2/20/2016 | XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain, |
2/21/2016 | XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight |
2/22/2016 | XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent, |
2/23/2016 | XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, |
2/24/2016 | XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; |
2/27/2016 | XLI. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, |
2/28/2016 | XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, |
3/1/2016 | XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, |
3/2/2016 | XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, |
3/3/2016 | XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire, |
3/6/2016 | XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war |
3/7/2016 | XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, |
3/8/2016 | XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way, |
3/9/2016 | XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come, |
3/10/2016 | L. How heavy do I journey on the way, |
3/13/2016 | LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence |
3/14/2016 | LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key |
3/15/2016 | LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made, |
3/16/2016 | LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem |
3/17/2016 | LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments |
3/20/2016 | LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said |
3/21/2016 | LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend |
3/22/2016 | LVIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave, |
3/23/2016 | LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is |
3/24/2016 | LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, |
3/27/2016 | LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open |
3/28/2016 | LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye |
3/29/2016 | LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now, |
3/30/2016 | LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced |
3/31/2016 | LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, |
4/3/2016 | LXVI. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, |
4/4/2016 | LXVII. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, |
4/5/2016 | LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, |
4/6/2016 | LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view |
4/7/2016 | LXX. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, |
4/10/2016 | LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead |
4/11/2016 | LXXII. O, lest the world should task you to recite |
4/12/2016 | LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold |
4/13/2016 | LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest |
4/14/2016 | LXXV. So are you to my thoughts as food to life, |
4/17/2016 | LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride, |
4/18/2016 | LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, |
4/19/2016 | LXXVIII. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse |
4/20/2016 | LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, |
4/21/2016 | LXXX. O, how I faint when I of you do write, |
4/24/2016 | LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make, |
4/25/2016 | LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse |
4/26/2016 | LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need |
4/27/2016 | LXXXIV. Who is it that says most? which can say more |
4/28/2016 | LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, |
5/1/2016 | LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, |
5/2/2016 | LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, |
5/3/2016 | LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, |
5/4/2016 | LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, |
5/5/2016 | XC. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; |
5/8/2016 | XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, |
5/9/2016 | XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, |
5/10/2016 | XCIII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true, |
5/11/2016 | XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none, |
5/12/2016 | XCV. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame |
5/15/2016 | XCVI. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; |
5/16/2016 | XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been |
5/17/2016 | XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring, |
5/18/2016 | XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide: |
5/19/2016 | C. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long |
5/22/2016 | CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends |
5/23/2016 | CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; |
5/24/2016 | CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, |
5/25/2016 | CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, |
5/26/2016 | CV. Let not my love be call'd idolatry, |
5/29/2016 | CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time |
5/30/2016 | CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul |
5/31/2016 | CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character |
6/1/2016 | CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart, |
6/2/2016 | CX. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there |
6/5/2016 | CXI. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, |
6/6/2016 | CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill |
6/7/2016 | CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; |
6/8/2016 | CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, |
6/9/2016 | CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie, |
6/12/2016 | CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
6/13/2016 | CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all |
6/14/2016 | CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen, |
6/15/2016 | CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, |
6/16/2016 | CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now, |
6/19/2016 | CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, |
6/20/2016 | CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain |
6/21/2016 | CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: |
6/22/2016 | CXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state, |
6/23/2016 | CXXV. Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, |
6/26/2016 | CXXVI. O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power |
6/27/2016 | CXXVII. In the old age black was not counted fair, |
6/28/2016 | CXXVIII. How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, |
6/29/2016 | CXXIX. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame |
6/30/2016 | CXXX. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; |
7/3/2016 | CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, |
7/4/2016 | CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, |
7/5/2016 | CXXXIII. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan |
7/6/2016 | CXXXIV. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, |
7/7/2016 | CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' |
7/10/2016 | CXXXVI. If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, |
7/11/2016 | CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, |
7/12/2016 | CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth |
7/13/2016 | CXXXIX. O, call not me to justify the wrong |
7/14/2016 | CXL. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press |
7/17/2016 | CXLI. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, |
7/18/2016 | CXLII. Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, |
7/19/2016 | CXLIII. Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch |
7/20/2016 | CXLIV. Two loves I have of comfort and despair, |
7/21/2016 | CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make |
7/24/2016 | CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, |
7/25/2016 | CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still |
7/26/2016 | CXLVIII. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, |
7/27/2016 | CXLIX. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, |
7/28/2016 | CL. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
7/31/2016 | CLI. Love is too young to know what conscience is; |
8/1/2016 | CLII. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, |
8/2/2016 | CLIII. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: |
8/3/2016 | CLIV. The little Love-god lying once asleep |