Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 117: "Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,..."
... Which should transport me farthest from your sight ...
Sonnet 126: "O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power..."
... She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure: ...
Sonnet 51: "Thus can my love excuse the slow offence..."
... From where thou art, why should I haste me thence ...
Sonnet 108: "What's in the brain, that ink may character,..."
... Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, ...
Sonnet 80: "O! how I faint when I of you do write,..."
... And in the praise thereof spends all his might, ...
Sonnet 105: "Let not my love be called idolatry,..."
... Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords ...
Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
... The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part ...
Sonnet 61: "Is it thy will, thy image should keep open..."
... For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, ...
The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
... I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words, ...
To be, or not to be: that is the question
... To sleep, perchance to dreamay, there's the rub: ...
Sonnet 67: "Ah wherefore with infection should he live..."
... Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins, ...
Sonnet 43: When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
... And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me ...
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
... With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, ...
Sonnet 128: "How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,..."
... Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap, ...
Sonnet 120: "That you were once unkind befriends me now,..."
... O! that our night of woe might have remembered ...
