CXXXIII

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon  

XLVIII

How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle u  

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
My sinful  

CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I  

XXXIV

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And mak  

XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am deba  

LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For sla  

CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd  

CXI

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty g  

XCIX

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whe  

X

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for  

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public  

LXXXIII

I never saw that you did painting need,
And theref  

LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy  

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  

XIX

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make  

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having  

XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, l  

LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to  

XLVIII

How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle u  

XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all a  

LVIII

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I sh  

II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep  

CXXIV

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It migh  

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo  

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For al  

CXXXIX

O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkind  

L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my  

CLI

Love is too young to know what conscience is, 
Yet who  

CXX

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for th  

LVIII

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I sh  

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than  

CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my  

CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, 
For they  

CX

Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made  

CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, 
For they  

XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were  

XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Ros  

XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were  

III

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now i  

CL

O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With  

LXXXVIII

When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And  

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy  

CXLVIII

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which ha  

XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that chu  

CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern  

XLII

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it  

CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be  

CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of t  

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such  

CXLVIII

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no  

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outliv  

XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a  

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this r  

III

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now i  

CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Dri  

LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone  

LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy  

CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin,  

CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wid  

XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lac  

CIV

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you w  

CXLIX

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I aga  

XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see  

C

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To speak of  

LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been b  

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than  

CXXXIII

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Fo  

LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to  

CIV

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you w  

LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do  

CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd  

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
My sinful  

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy  

LIV

O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sw  

XXII

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as y  

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall  

LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And  

CXI

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty g  

LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy ey  

CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me  

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When pro  

XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear resp  

LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to  

CI

O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect  

XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Ros  

VII

Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his  

CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd  

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For al  

CXLVIII

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which ha  

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  

XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter th  

XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth  

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo  

CXVIII

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager  

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When pro  

XXII

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as y  

CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in  

X

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for  

CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I  

CXXXIX

O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkind  

II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep  

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall  

LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That mi  

XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter th  

XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon  

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  

LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And  

LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my s  

XVI

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon  

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For al  

CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Ti  

XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lac  

LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy ey  

LXXV

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as swee  

CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing  

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo  

XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were  

XLIX

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I sha  

II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep  

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For al  

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy  

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and prou  

LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
  

LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone  

III

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now i  

LXXII

O! lest the world should task you to recite
What mer  

LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone  

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than  

LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, a  

XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see  

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public  

XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops