Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet CXXIV
... That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers ...
Sonnet CXXIX
... To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell ...
Sonnet CXXV
... When most impeach'd stands least in thy control ...
Sonnet CXXVI
... As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, ...
Sonnet CXXVII
... Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face, ...
Sonnet CXXVIII
... Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, ...
Sonnet CXXX
... My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: ...
Sonnet CXXXI
... Thy face hath not the power to make love groan: ...
Sonnet CXXXII
... To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, ...
Sonnet CXXXIII
... But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail ...
Sonnet CXXXIV
... He learn'd but surety-like to write for me ...
Sonnet CXXXIX
... What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might ...
Sonnet CXXXV
... So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will' ...
Sonnet CXXXVI
... Make but my name thy love, and love that still, ...
Sonnet CXXXVII
... In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, ...
