Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet LVIII
... And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque, ...
Sonnet LX
... Each changing place with that which goes before, ...
Sonnet LXI
... For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, ...
Sonnet LXII
... 'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise, ...
Sonnet LXIII
... When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow ...
Sonnet LXIV
... This thought is as a death, which cannot choose ...
Sonnet LXIX
... Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind, ...
Sonnet LXV
... Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, ...
Sonnet LXVI
... Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, ...
Sonnet LXVII
... When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, ...
Sonnet LXX
... Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe ...
Sonnet LXXI
... From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: ...
Sonnet LXXII
... And so should you, to love things nothing worth ...
Sonnet LXXIII
... This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, ...
Sonnet LXXIV
... The earth can have but earth, which is his due ...
