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Shakespeare's Sonnets: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn

© William Shakespeare

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing,In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith tornIn vowing new hate after new love bearing

Shakespeare's Sonnets: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes

© William Shakespeare

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note,But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view is pleas'd to dote

Shakespeare's Sonnets: If thy soul check thee that I come so near

© William Shakespeare

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will;And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there

Shakespeare's Sonnets: If thou survive my well-contented day

If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,And though they be out-stripp't by every pen,Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,Exceeded by the height of happier men

Shakespeare's Sonnets: If my dear love were but the child of state

© William Shakespeare

If my dear love were but the child of state,It might for fortune's bastard be unfather'dAs subject to time's love, or to time's hate,Weeds among weeds, or flow'rs with flow'rs gather'd

Shakespeare's Sonnets: I grant thou wert not married to my muse

© William Shakespeare

I grant thou wert not married to my museAnd therefore may'st without attaint o'er-lookThe dedicated words which writers useOf their fair subject, blessing every book

Shakespeare's Sonnets: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

© William Shakespeare

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich like a canker in the fragrant roseDoth spot the beauty of thy budding name!Oh in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!That tongue that tells the story of thy days(Making lascivious comments on thy sport)Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise,Naming thy name, blesses an ill report

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Full many a glorious morning have I seen

© William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sov'reign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green;Gilding pale streams with heav'nly alchemy:Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from the forlorn world his visage hideStealing unseen to west with this disgrace:Ev'n so my sun one early morn did shineWith all triumphant splendor on my brow,But out alack, he was but one hour mine,The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now

Shakespeare's Sonnets: For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any

© William Shakespeare

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thy self art so unprovident

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws

© William Shakespeare

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's pawsAnd make the earth devour her own sweet brood,Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jawsAnd burn the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood,Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,And do what e'er thou wilt, swift-footed time,To the wide world and all her fading sweets:But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,Him in thy course untainted do allowFor beauty's pattern to succeeding men

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,

© William Shakespeare

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,A maid of Diane's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground,Which borrow'd from this holy fire of loveA dateless lively heat still to endure,And grew a seething bath which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sov'reign cure

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not

© William Shakespeare

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee notWhen I against my self with thee partake?Do I not think on thee when I forgotAm of my self, all tyrant for thy sake?Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon,Nay if thou lour'st on me do I not spendRevenge upon my self with present moan?What merit do I in my self respectThat is so proud thy service to despise,When all my best doth worship thy defect,Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind

Shakespeare's Sonnets: But do thy worst to steal thy self away

© William Shakespeare

But do thy worst to steal thy self away,For term of life thou art assurèd mine,And life no longer than thy love will stay,For it depends upon that love of thine

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

© William Shakespeare

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do till you require

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdainLest sorrow lend me words and words expressThe manner of my pity-wanting pain

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As an unperfect actor on the stage

As an unperfect actor on the stage,Who with his fear is put besides his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,So I for fear of trust forget to sayThe perfect ceremony of love's right,And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,O'er-charg'd with burthen of mine own love's might:O let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast,Who plead for love and look for recompenceMore than that tongue that more hath more express't

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As a decrepit father takes delight

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youthSo I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there

Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and thereAnd made my self a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offences of affections new

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against that time (if ever that time come)

Against that time (if ever that time come)When I shall see thee frown on my defects,When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects,Against that time when thou shalt strangely passAnd scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,When love converted from the thing it wasShall reasons find of settled gravity;Against that time do I ensconce me hereWithin the knowledge of mine own desert,And this my hand against my self uprearTo guard the lawful reasons on thy part; To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause

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