Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet XCVIII
... Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ...
Sonnet XI
... Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: ...
Sonnet XII
... And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence ...
Sonnet XIII
... When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear ...
Sonnet XIV
... Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date ...
Sonnet XIX
... Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, ...
Sonnet XL
... No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call ...
Sonnet XLI
... Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth, ...
Sonnet XLII
... Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her ...
Sonnet XLIII
... And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me ...
Sonnet XLIV
... To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone, ...
Sonnet XLIX
... Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass ...
Sonnet XLV
... Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy ...
Sonnet XLVI
... The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part: ...
Sonnet XLVII
... For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, ...
