William Shakespeare

• Sonnet 1 — From fairest creatures we desire increase,
• Sonnet 2 — When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
• Sonnet 3 — Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
• Sonnet 4 — Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
• Sonnet 5 — Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
• Sonnet 6 — Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,
• Sonnet 7 — Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
• Sonnet 8 — Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
• Sonnet 9 — Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,
• Sonnet 10 — For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any,
• Sonnet 11 — As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st,
• Sonnet 12 — When I do count the clock that tells the time,
• Sonnet 13 — O! that you were your self; but, love you are
• Sonnet 14 — Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
• Sonnet 15 — When I consider everything that grows
• Sonnet 16 — But wherefore do not you a mightier way
• Sonnet 17 — Who will believe my verse in time to come,
• Sonnet 18 — Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
• Sonnet 19 — Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
• Sonnet 20 — A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,
• Sonnet 21 — So is it not with me as with that Muse,
• Sonnet 22 — My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
• Sonnet 23 — As an unperfect actor on the stage,
• Sonnet 24 — Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d,
• Sonnet 25 — Let those who are in favour with their stars
• Sonnet 26 — Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
• Sonnet 27 — Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
• Sonnet 28 — How can I then return in happy plight,
• Sonnet 29 — When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
• Sonnet 30 — When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
• Sonnet 31 — Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
• Sonnet 32 — If thou survive my well-contented day,
• Sonnet 33 — Full many a glorious morning have I seen
• Sonnet 34 — Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
• Sonnet 35 — No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done:
• Sonnet 36 — Let me confess that we two must be twain,
• Sonnet 37 — As a decrepit father takes delight
• Sonnet 38 — How can my Muse want subject to invent,
• Sonnet 39 — O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
• Sonnet 40 — Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
• Sonnet 41 — Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
• Sonnet 42 — That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
• Sonnet 43 — When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
• Sonnet 44 — If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
• Sonnet 45 — The other two, slight air, and purging fire
• Sonnet 46 — Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
• Sonnet 47 — Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
• Sonnet 48 — How careful was I when I took my way,
• Sonnet 49 — Against that time, if ever that time come,
• Sonnet 50 — How heavy do I journey on the way,
• Sonnet 51 — Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
• Sonnet 52 — So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,
• Sonnet 53 — What is your substance, whereof are you made,
• Sonnet 54 — O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
• Sonnet 55 — Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
• Sonnet 56 — Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
• Sonnet 57 — Being your slave what should I do but tend,
• Sonnet 58 — That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
• Sonnet 59 — If there be nothing new, but that which is
• Sonnet 60 — Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
• Sonnet 61 — Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
• Sonnet 62 — Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
• Sonnet 63 — Against my love shall be as I am now,
• Sonnet 64 — When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
• Sonnet 65 — Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
• Sonnet 66 — Tired with all these, for restful death I cry:
• Sonnet 67 — Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
• Sonnet 68 — Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
• Sonnet 69 — Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
• Sonnet 70 — That thou art blam’d shall not be thy defect,
• Sonnet 71 — No longer mourn for me when I am dead
• Sonnet 72 — O! lest the world should task you to recite
• Sonnet 73 — That time of year thou mayst in me behold
• Sonnet 74 — But be contented: when that fell arrest
• Sonnet 75 — So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
• Sonnet 76 — Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
• Sonnet 77 — Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
• Sonnet 78 — So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
• Sonnet 79 — Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
• Sonnet 80 — O how I faint when I of you do write,
• Sonnet 81 — Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
• Sonnet 82 — I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
• Sonnet 83 — I never saw that you did painting need,
• Sonnet 84 — Who is it that says most, which can say more,
• Sonnet 85 — My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
• Sonnet 86 — Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
• Sonnet 87 — Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
• Sonnet 88 — When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light,
• Sonnet 89 — Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
• Sonnet 90 — Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
• Sonnet 91 — Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
• Sonnet 92 — But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
• Sonnet 93 — So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
• Sonnet 94 — They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
• Sonnet 95 — How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
• Sonnet 96 — Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
• Sonnet 97 — How like a winter hath my absence been
• Sonnet 98 — From you have I been absent in the spring,
• Sonnet 99 — The forward violet thus did I chide:
• Sonnet 100 — Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,
• Sonnet 101 — O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
• Sonnet 102 — My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming;
• Sonnet 103 — Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
• Sonnet 104 — To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
• Sonnet 105 — Let not my love be call’d idolatry,
• Sonnet 106 — When in the chronicle of wasted time
• Sonnet 107 — Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
• Sonnet 108 — What’s in the brain, that ink may character,
• Sonnet 109 — O! never say that I was false of heart,
• Sonnet 110 — Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there,
• Sonnet 111 — O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
• Sonnet 112 — Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
• Sonnet 113 — Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
• Sonnet 114 — Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you,
• Sonnet 115 — Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
• Sonnet 116 — Let me not to the marriage of true minds
• Sonnet 117 — Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
• Sonnet 118 — Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
• Sonnet 119 — What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
• Sonnet 120 — That you were once unkind befriends me now,
• Sonnet 121 — ’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d,
• Sonnet 122 — Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
• Sonnet 123 — No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
• Sonnet 124 — If my dear love were but the child of state,
• Sonnet 125 — Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,
• Sonnet 126 — O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
• Sonnet 127 — In the old age black was not counted fair,
• Sonnet 128 — How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,
• Sonnet 129 — The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
• Sonnet 130 — My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
• Sonnet 131 — Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
• Sonnet 132 — Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
• Sonnet 133 — Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
• Sonnet 134 — So, now I have confess’d that he is thine,
• Sonnet 135 — Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’
• Sonnet 136 — If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
• Sonnet 137 — Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
• Sonnet 138 — When my love swears that she is made of truth,
• Sonnet 139 — O! call not me to justify the wrong
• Sonnet 140 — Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
• Sonnet 141 — In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
• Sonnet 142 — Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
• Sonnet 143 — Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
• Sonnet 144 — Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
• Sonnet 145 — Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,
• Sonnet 146 — Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
• Sonnet 147 — My love is as a fever longing still,
• Sonnet 148 — O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
• Sonnet 149 — Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
• Sonnet 150 — O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
• Sonnet 151 — Love is too young to know what conscience is,
• Sonnet 152 — In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
• Sonnet 153 — Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
• Sonnet 154 — The little Love-god lying once asleep,