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< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXIX (39) O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is ‘t but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this let us […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare sonnets Sonnet XXXVIII (38) How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight; […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare sonnets Sonnet XXXVII (37) As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune’s dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit, Or any of these […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXVI (36) Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain Without thy help by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXV (35) No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXIV (34) Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? ‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXIII (33) Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXII (32) If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp’d […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXXI (31) Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol’n from […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXX (30) When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXIX (29) When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXVIII (28) How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarr’d the benefit of rest? When day’s oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppress’d? And each, though enemies to either’s reign, Do in consent shake hands […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXVII (27) Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir’d; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body’s work’s expir’d: For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXVI (26) Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXV (25) Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most. Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXIV (24) Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein ’tis held, And perspective it is the painter’s art. For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXIII (23) As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart. So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXII (22) My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time’s furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XXI (21) So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse Making a couplement of proud compare, With sun and moon, with […]

< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XX (20) A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon […]