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< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LIX (59) If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled, Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss The second burden of a former child! O, that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LVIII (58) That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! O, let me suffer, being at your beck, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LVII (57) Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LVI (56) Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay’d, To-morrow sharpen’d in his former might: So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill Thy hungry eyes even till they wink […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LV (55) Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear’d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LIV(54) O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LIII (53) What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you; On Helen’s […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LII (52) So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet LI (51) Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor beast then find, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet L (50) How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel’s end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say ‘Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!’ The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, Plods […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLIX (49) Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Call’d to that audit by advised respects; Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass And scarcely greet […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLVIII (48) How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Most worthy of […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLVII (47) Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish’d for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love’s picture then my eye doth […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLVI (46) Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead that thou in him dost […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLV (45) The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of love to thee, My […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLIV (44) If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of space I would be brought, From limits far remote where thou dost stay. No matter then although my foot did stand Upon the farthest […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLIII (43) When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLII (42) That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I will excuse […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XLI (41) Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art and therefore to be won, Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed; […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XL (40) Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou […]