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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lines that I before have writ do lie

© William Shakespeare

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Ev'n those that said I could not love you dearer,Yet then my judgement knew no reason whyMy most full flame should afterwards burn clearer

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those hours that with gentle work did frame

Those hours that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwellWill play the tyrants to the very same,And that unfair which fairly doth excel,For never-resting time leads summer onTo hid'ous winter and confounds him there,Sap checkt with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o'er-snow'd and bareness every where;Then were not summer's distillation leftA liquid pris'ner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me

© William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain

Shakespeare's Sonnets: They that have pow'r to hurt and will do none

© William Shakespeare

They that have pow'r to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation slow,They rightly do inherit heav'n's gracesAnd husband nature's riches from expense,They are the lords and own'rs of their faces,Others but stewards of their excellence

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then let not winter's wragged hand deface

© William Shakespeare

Then let not winter's wragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer ere thou be distill'd:Make sweet some vial, treasure thou some place,With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now

© William Shakespeare

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,And do not drop in for an after loss

Shakespeare's Sonnets: The other two, slight air and purging fire

© William Shakespeare

The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, where ever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with swift motion slide

Shakespeare's Sonnets: The little love-god lying once asleep

© William Shakespeare

The little love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brandWhil'st many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by, but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fire,Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd,And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd

Shakespeare's Sonnets: The forward violet thus did I chide

© William Shakespeare

The forward violet thus did I chide,Sweet thief, whence did'st thou steal thy sweet that smellsIf not from my love's breath? The purple prideWhich on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells?In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed,The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair,The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,Our blushing shame, an other white despair:A third nor red, nor white, had stol'n of both,And to his robb'ry had annex't thy breath,But for his theft in pride of all his growthA vengeful canker ate him up to death

Shakespeare's Sonnets: That you were once unkind be-friends me now

© William Shakespeare

That you were once unkind be-friends me now,And for that sorrow which I then did feelNeeds must I under my transgression bow,Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel

Shakespeare's Sonnets: That time of year thou may'st in me behold

© William Shakespeare

That time of year thou may'st in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd quires where late the sweet birds sang

Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou hast her it is not all my grief

© William Shakespeare

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I lov'd her dearly:That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,A loss in love that touches me more nearly

Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect

© William Shakespeare

That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air

Shakespeare's Sonnets: That God forbid that made me first your slave

© William Shakespeare

That God forbid that made me first your slaveI should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action, and till action, lustIs perjur'd, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,Enjoy'd no sooner but despisèd straight,Past reason hunted, and no sooner hadPast reason hated as a swallowed baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad:Made in pursuit and in possession so,Had, having, and in quest to have extreme,A bliss in proof and prov'd a very woe,Before, a joy propos'd, behind, a dream: All this the world well knows, yet none knows well To shun the heav'n that leads men to this hell

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,What hast thou then more than thou had'st before?No love, my love, that thou may'st true love call;All mine was thine before thou had'st this more

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said

Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,To-morrow sharp'ned in his former might

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport:Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;And every humour hath his adjunct pleasureWherein it finds a joy above the rest,But these particulars are not my measure,All these I better in one gen'ral best

Shakespeare's Sonnets: So shall I live, supposing thou art true

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband, so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though alter'd new:Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place

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