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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

© William Shakespeare

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;And every humour hath his adjunct pleasureWherein it finds a joy above the rest,But these particulars are not my measure,All these I better in one gen'ral best

Shakespeare's Sonnets: So shall I live, supposing thou art true

© William Shakespeare

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband, so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though alter'd new:Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place

Shakespeare's Sonnets: So is it not with me as with that muse

© William Shakespeare

So is it not with me as with that muse,Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heav'n it self for ornament doth use,And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,Making a couplement of proud compare,With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,With April's first-born flowers and all things rareThat heaven's air in this huge rondure hems

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

© William Shakespeare

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless seaBut sad mortality o'er-sways their pow'r,How with this rage shall beauty hold a pleaWhose action is no stronger then a flow'r?O how shall summer's honey breath hold outAgainst the wrackful siege of batt'ring daysWhen rocks impregnable are not so stout,Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?O fearful meditation! where, alack,Shall time's best jewel from time's chest lie hid?Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,Or who his spoil o'er beauty can forbid? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

© William Shakespeare

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd all my soul, and all my every part;And for this sin there is no remedy,It is so grounded inward in my heart

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

© William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dim'd,And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course, untrim'd:But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault

© William Shakespeare

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,And I will comment upon that offence,Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,Against thy reasons making no defence

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Or whether doth my mind being crown'd with you

© William Shakespeare

Or whether doth my mind being crown'd with youDrink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?Or whether shall I say mine eye saith trueAnd that your love taught it this alchemy?To make of monsters, and things indigest,Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,Creating every bad a perfect bestAs fast as objects to his beams assemble?Oh, 'tis the first, 'tis flatt'ry in my seeing,And my great mind most kingly drinks it up,Mine eye well knows what with his gust is greeing,And to his pallate doth prepare the cup

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh truant muse, what shall be thy amends

© William Shakespeare

Oh truant muse, what shall be thy amendsFor thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?Both truth and beauty on my love depends:So dost thou too, and therein dignified

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh how thy worth with manners may I sing

© William Shakespeare

Oh how thy worth with manners may I singWhen thou art all the better part of me?What can mine own praise to mine own self bring,And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?Even for this, let us divided live,And our dear love lose name of single one,That by this separation I may giveThat due to thee which thou deserv'st alone

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh how much more doth beauty beaut'ous seem

© William Shakespeare

Oh how much more doth beauty beaut'ous seem,By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deemFor that sweet odor which doth in it live:The canker blooms have full as deep a dieAs the perfumed tincture of the roses,Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:But for their virtue only is their show,They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade,Die to themselves

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might

Oh from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful mightWith insufficiency my heart to sway,To make me give the lie to my true sightAnd swear that brightness doth not grace the day?Whence hast thou this becoming of things illThat in the very refuse of thy deedsThere is such strength and warrantise of skillThat in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,The more I hear and see just cause of hate?Oh, though I love what others do abhor,With others thou should'st not abhor my state

Shakespeare's Sonnets: O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r

O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'rDost hold time's fickle glass, his fickle hour,Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st,Thy lover's with'ring, as thy sweet self grow'st,If nature (sov'reign mistress over wrack)As thou go'st onwards still will pluck thee back,She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skillMay time disgrace, and wretched minute kill

Shakespeare's Sonnets: O that you were your self, but love you are

O that you were your self, but love you areNo longer yours than you your self here live;Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet semblance to some other give

Shakespeare's Sonnets: O never say that I was false of heart

O never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify

Shakespeare's Sonnets: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

O me! what eyes hath love put in my headWhich have no correspondence with true sight,Or if they have, where is my judgment fledThat censures falsely what they see aright?If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,What means the world to say it is not so?If it be not, then love doth well denoteLove's eye is not so true as all men's no

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