Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet CLIII
... But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, ...
Sonnet CLIV
... Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep ...
Sonnet CV
... Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords ...
Sonnet CVI
... Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise ...
Sonnet CVII
... Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, ...
Sonnet CVIII
... Where time and outward form would show it dead ...
Sonnet CX
... Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, ...
Sonnet CXI
... Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, ...
Sonnet CXII
... That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong ...
Sonnet CXIII
... The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature: ...
Sonnet CXIV
... Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing, ...
Sonnet CXIX
... Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater ...
Sonnet CXL
... do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain ...
Sonnet CXLI
... But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, ...
Sonnet CXLII
... If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, ...
