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< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CLIV (154) The little Love-god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CLIII (153) Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: A maid of Dian’s this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; Which borrow’d from this holy fire of Love A dateless lively heat, still to endure, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CLII (152) 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 torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CLI (151) Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: For, thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CL (150) O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLIX (149) Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? On whom […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLVIII (148) O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLVII (147) My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLVI (146) Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [ ]* these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLV (145) Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’ To me that languish’d for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLIV (144) Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLIII (143) Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather’d creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, Cries to catch […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLII (142) Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet CXLI (141) 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 pleased to dote; Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune […]