Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
... Showing their birth and where they did proceed ...
Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
... These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear, ...
Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
... Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing, ...
Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
... he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live ...
Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
... Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, ...
Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make
... Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men ...
Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need
... There lives more life in one of your fair eyes, ...
Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more
... Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse ...
Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
... I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words, ...
Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing
... Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, ...
Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
... And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn ...
Sonnet 9: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
... Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it ...
Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
... if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, ...
Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
... Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse ...
Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away
... But what's so blessèd-fair that fears no blot ...
