Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So now I have confess't that he is thine
... 'st forth all to use,And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake,So him I lose through my unkind abuse ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So oft have I invok'd thee for my muse
... avy ignorance aloft to fly,Have added feathers to the learned's wingAnd given grace a double majesty ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So shall I live, supposing thou art true
... at e'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
... ride I boast: Wretched in this alone, that thou may'st take All this away, and me most wretched make ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
... esteem'd,So are those errors that in thee are seen,To truths translated, and for true things deem'd ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said
... contracted newCome daily to the banks, that when they seeReturn of love, more blest may be the view ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
... e thou us'st,But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceiv'stBy wilful taste of what thy self refus'st ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
... m: All this the world well knows, yet none knows well To shun the heav'n that leads men to this hell ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That God forbid that made me first your slave
... ay privilege your timeTo what you will, to you it doth belongYour self to pardon of self-doing crime ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect
... larged, If some suspect of ill mask't not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts should'st owe ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou hast her it is not all my grief
... ound that loss,Both find each other, and I lose both twain,And both for my sake lay on me this cross ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That time of year thou may'st in me behold
... thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That you were once unkind be-friends me now
... bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee: Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The forward violet thus did I chide
... annex't thy breath,But for his theft in pride of all his growthA vengeful canker ate him up to death ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The little love-god lying once asleep
... thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove: Love's fire heats water, water cools not love ...
