Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet LXXIX
... he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live ...
Sonnet LXXV
... Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure, ...
Sonnet LXXVI
... Showing their birth and where they did proceed ...
Sonnet LXXVII
... Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find ...
Sonnet LXXVIII
... Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing ...
Sonnet LXXX
... And in the praise thereof spends all his might, ...
Sonnet LXXXI
... Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men ...
Sonnet LXXXII
... And their gross painting might be better used ...
Sonnet LXXXIII
... There lives more life in one of your fair eyes ...
Sonnet LXXXIV
... Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse ...
Sonnet LXXXIX
... Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, ...
Sonnet LXXXV
... I think good thoughts whilst other write good words, ...
Sonnet LXXXVI
... That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, ...
Sonnet LXXXVII
... Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing, ...
Sonnet LXXXVIII
... And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn ...
