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< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXIX (79) Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious numbers are decay’d And my sick Muse doth give another place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXVIII (78) So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse. Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing And heavy ignorance […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXVII (77) Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear, And of this book this learning mayst thou taste. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show Of mouthed graves […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXVI (76) Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXV (75) So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found; Now proud as an enjoyer and anon […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXIV (74) But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review The very part was consecrate to thee: […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXIII (73) That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXII (72) O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death, dear love, forget me quite, For you in me can nothing worthy prove; Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXXI (71) No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXX (70) Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. Thy outward thus with outward praise is […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXIX (69) Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. Thy outward thus with outward praise is […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXVIII (68) Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before the bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the dead, The right of sepulchres, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXVII (67) Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve And lace itself with his society? Why should false painting imitate his cheek And steal dead seeing of his living hue? Why should poor […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXVI (66) Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXV (65) Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXIV (64) When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXIII (63) Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’er-worn; When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night, And all those […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXII (62) Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LXI (61) Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee So far […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LX (60) Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being […]