Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is
... Whether we are mended, or whe'er better they, ...
Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
... Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart, ...
Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
... Each changing place with that which goes before, ...
Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now
... When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow ...
Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
... This thought is as a death which cannot choose ...
Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
... Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, ...
Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
... Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, ...
Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
... Before these bastard signs of fair were born, ...
Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
... Then churls their thoughts, although their eyes were kind, ...
Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
... And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, ...
Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
... Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe ...
Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
... From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell ...
Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
... This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, ...
Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest
... So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, ...
Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life
... Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure ...