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Shakespeare's Sonnets: So oft have I invok'd thee for my muse

© William Shakespeare

So oft have I invok'd thee for my museAnd found such fair assistance in my verse,As every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy disperse

Shakespeare's Sonnets: So now I have confess't that he is thine

So now I have confess't that he is thine,And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will,My self I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou wilt restore to be my comfort still,But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,For thou art covetous, and he is kind

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: So are you to my thoughts as food to life

© William Shakespeare

So are you to my thoughts as food to lifeOr as sweet season'd show'rs are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found,Now proud as an enjoyer, and anonDoubting the filching age will steal his treasure,Now counting best to be with you alone,Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure,Some-time all full with feasting on your sight,And by and by clean starvèd for a look,Possessing or pursuing no delightSave what is had, or must from you be took

Shakespeare's Sonnets: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key

© William Shakespeare

So am I as the rich whose blessèd keyCan bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,The which he will not ev'ry hour surveyFor blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind

© William Shakespeare

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but effectually is out,For it no form delivers to the heartOf bird, of flow'r, or shape which it doth hatch,Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,The most sweet favour or deformèd'st creature,The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night,The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature

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: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

© William Shakespeare

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,Defy these rebel pow'rs that thee array

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: Or I shall live your epitaph to make

© William Shakespeare

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten

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

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

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, for my sake do you with fortune chide

O, for my sake do you with fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public manners breeds

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

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