The Sonnets of SHAKESPEARE
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Alphabetical Index
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A
- As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
- A woman's face, with Nature's own hand painted
- As an unperfect actor on the stage
- As a decrepit father takes delight
- Against that time, if ever that time come
- Against my love shall be as I am now
- Ah!wherefore with infection should he live
- Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
- Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
- Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
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B
- But wherefore do not you a mightier way
- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is look
- Being your slave, what should I do but tend
- But be contented. awhen that fell arrest
- But do thy worst to steal thy self away
- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
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C
- Canst thou, O cruel!say I love thee not
- Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep
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D
- Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws
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E
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F
- FROM fairest creatures we desire increase
- For shame!deny that thou bear'st love to any
- For many a glorious morning have I seen
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- From you have I been absent in the spring
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G
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H
- How can I then return in happy plight
- How can my Muse want subject to invent
- How careful was I when I took my way
- How heavy do I journey on the way
- How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st
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I
- Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
- If thou survive my well-contented day
- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
- If there be nothing new, but that which is
- Is it thy will thy image should keep open
- I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
- I never saw that you did painting need
- If my dear love were but the child of state
- In the old age black was not counted fair
- If thy soul check thee that I come to near
- In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
- In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
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J
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K
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L
- Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
- Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
- Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
- Let me confess that we two must be twain
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
- Let not my love be call'd idolatry
- Let me not to the marriaage of true minds
- Like as to make our appetites more keen
- Love is my sin, and thou dear virtue hate
- Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch
- Love is too young to know what conscience is
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M
- Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old
- Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
- My mind and heart are at a mortal war
- My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
- My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming
- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
- My love is as a fever, longing still
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N
- Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
- No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
- Not marble nor the guilded monuments
- No longer mourn for me whan I am dead
- Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
- No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
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O
- O that you are yourself!But, love, you are
- O, how thy woth with manners may I sing
- O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
- O, lest the world should task you to recite
- O, how I faint when I of you do write
- Or I shall live your epitaph to make
- O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
- O, never say that I was false of heart
- O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
- Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
- O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
- O, call not me to justify the wrong
- O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
- O, from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might
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P
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
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Q
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R
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S
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
- So is it not with me as with that Muse
- So am I as the rich whose blessed key
- Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- So are you to my thoughts as food to life
- So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse
- Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
- So shall I live, supposing thou art true
- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
- So now I have confess'd that he is thine
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T
- Those hours that with gentle work did frame
- Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
- Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
- Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
- Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
- That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
- The other two, slight air and purging fire
- Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
- That god forbid that made me first your slave
- Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry
- Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
- Those part of thee that the world's eye doth view
- That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect
- That time of year thou mayst in me behold
- Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
- Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
- They that have power to hurt and will do none
- The forward violet thus did I chide
- To me, fair friend, you never can be old
- Those lines that I before had writ do lie
- That you were once unkind befriends me now
- 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
- Thy gift, thy tables are within my brain
- Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
- Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
- Thou blind fool, love, what dost thou to mine eyes
- Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
- Those lips that Love's own hand did make
- The little love-god, lying once asleep
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U
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V
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W
- When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- When I do count the clock that tells the time
- When I consider everything that grows
- Who will beleive my verse in time to come
- Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
- How can I then return in happy plight
- When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes
- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
- When most i wink, then do mine eyes best see
- What is your substance, whereof are you made
- When I have seen my Time's fell hand defaced
- Why is my verse so barren of new pride
- Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
- Who is it that says most which can say more
- Was it the proud full sail of his grteat verse
- Why thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light
- Where art thou, Muse, that thou forgrt'st so long
- When in the chronicle of wasted time
- What's in the brain that ink may charecter
- What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
- Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
- Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
- When my love swears that she is made of truth
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X
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Y
- Your love and pity doth th' impression fill
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Z
No Sonnet
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