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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh how thy worth with manners may I sing
© William Shakespeare
Oh how thy worth with manners may I singWhen thou art all the better part of me?What can mine own praise to mine own self bring,And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?Even for this, let us divided live,And our dear love lose name of single one,That by this separation I may giveThat due to thee which thou deserv'st alone
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh how much more doth beauty beaut'ous seem
© William Shakespeare
Oh how much more doth beauty beaut'ous seem,By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deemFor that sweet odor which doth in it live:The canker blooms have full as deep a dieAs the perfumed tincture of the roses,Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:But for their virtue only is their show,They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade,Die to themselves
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might
© William Shakespeare
Oh from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful mightWith insufficiency my heart to sway,To make me give the lie to my true sightAnd swear that brightness doth not grace the day?Whence hast thou this becoming of things illThat in the very refuse of thy deedsThere is such strength and warrantise of skillThat in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,The more I hear and see just cause of hate?Oh, though I love what others do abhor,With others thou should'st not abhor my state
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O, for my sake do you with fortune chide
© William Shakespeare
O, for my sake do you with fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public manners breeds
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r
© William Shakespeare
O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'rDost hold time's fickle glass, his fickle hour,Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st,Thy lover's with'ring, as thy sweet self grow'st,If nature (sov'reign mistress over wrack)As thou go'st onwards still will pluck thee back,She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skillMay time disgrace, and wretched minute kill
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O that you were your self, but love you are
© William Shakespeare
O that you were your self, but love you areNo longer yours than you your self here live;Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet semblance to some other give
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O never say that I was false of heart
© William Shakespeare
O never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
© William Shakespeare
O me! what eyes hath love put in my headWhich have no correspondence with true sight,Or if they have, where is my judgment fledThat censures falsely what they see aright?If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,What means the world to say it is not so?If it be not, then love doth well denoteLove's eye is not so true as all men's no
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O lest the world should task you to recite
© William Shakespeare
O lest the world should task you to reciteWhat merit liv'd in me that you should loveAfter my death (dear love), forget me quite,For you in me can nothing worthy prove
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O how I faint when I of you do write
© William Shakespeare
O how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise thereof spends all his mightTo make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O call not me to justify the wrong
© William Shakespeare
O call not me to justify the wrongThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;Use pow'r with pow'r and slay me not by art
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul
© William Shakespeare
Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world, dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
© William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes shall out-live this pow'rful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
© William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,And yet me thinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good, or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality,Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,Or say with princes if it shall go wellBy oft predict that I in heaven find
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
© William Shakespeare
No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
© William Shakespeare
No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done,Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
© William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vildest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it, for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotIf thinking on me then should make you woe
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still
© William Shakespeare
My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her stillWhile comments of your praise, richly compil'd,Reserve their character with golden quillAnd precious phrase by all the muses fil'd
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
© William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
