Poems by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 57: "Being your slave what should I do but tend..."
... Whilst I (my sovereign) watch the clock for you, ...
Sonnet 58: "That god forbid, that made me first your slave..."
... I should in thought control your times of pleasure, ...
Sonnet 113: "Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;...
... The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature ...
Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
... Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, ...
Sonnet 145: "Those lips that Love's own hand did make..."
... Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate ...
Sonnet 72: O lest the world should task you to recite
... Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, ...
Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
... No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, ...
Twelve O'Clock - Fairy time
... Through the house give glimmering light ...
Sonnet 142: "Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,..."
... If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, ...
Sonnet 20: A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
... An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling: ...
Sonnet 129: "Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame..."
... To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell ...
Sonnet 119: "What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,..."
... Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater ...
Sonnet 88: "When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,..."
... And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn ...
Sonnet 15: "When I consider everything that grows..."
... And all in war with Time for love of you, ...
Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight
... And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger ...
