Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none
... For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ...
Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
... And all things turns to fair that eyes can see! ...
Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
... if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! ...
Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been
... That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near ...
Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring
... Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ...
Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide
... "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, ...
Sonnet C
... Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long ...
Sonnet CI
... ' Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb ...
Sonnet CII
... My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming ...
Sonnet CIII
... And more, much more, than in my verse can sit ...
Sonnet CIV
... So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, ...
Sonnet CIX
... All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, ...
Sonnet CL
... And swear that brightness doth not grace the day ...
Sonnet CLI
... Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall ...
Sonnet CLII
... For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, ...
