Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet V
... Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, ...
Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame
... Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, ...
Sonnet VI
... Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart, ...
Sonnet VII
... And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill, ...
Sonnet VIII
... Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly, ...
Sonnet X
... O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! ...
Sonnet XC
... if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, ...
Sonnet XCI
... Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse ...
Sonnet XCII
... But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot ...
Sonnet XCIII
... Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell ...
Sonnet XCIV
... For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ...
Sonnet XCIX
... Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, ...
Sonnet XCV
... The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge ...
Sonnet XCVI
... If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! ...
Sonnet XCVII
... That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near ...
