Shakespeare Sonnets

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