Category: ENGLISH

Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea Take Them All Take all my loves, my love,

Sonnet 39: O! How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing O! How thy worth with manners may

Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent How can my muse want subject to invent,While

Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child

Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain Let me confess that we two must

Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done No more be grieved at that

Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And

Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning I Have Seen Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter

Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my

Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is Endeared With All Hearts Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,Which I by

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with

How can I then return in happy plight,That am debarred the benefit of rest?When day’s oppression is not

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;But then begins

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this

Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,Whilst I, whom fortune

Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steel’d,Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart;My body is

As an unperfect actor on the stage,Who with his fear is put beside his part,Or some fierce thing

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,So long as youth and thou are of one date;But

So is it not with me as with that Muse,Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;A woman’s gentle heart,

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth

Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill’d with your most high deserts?Though yet

But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?And fortify your self in

When I consider every thing that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;And yet methinks I have Astronomy,But not to tell of

O, that you were yourself! but, love, you areNo longer yours than you yourself here live:Against this coming

When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’stIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And

For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,Who for thy self art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt,

Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,That thou consum’st thy self in single life?Ah! if thou

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov’st thou

Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his

Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter’s Ragged Hand Deface Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,In thee thy

those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants

Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thyself thy beauty’s legacy?Nature’s

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewestNow is the time that face should form another;Whose

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,Thy youth’s proud livery, so