Poems begining by S
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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
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My love is strength'ned, though more weak in seeming
© William Shakespeare
My love is strength'ned, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My love is as a fever longing still
© William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
© William Shakespeare
My glass shall not persuade me I am oldSo long as youth and thou are of one date,But when in thee time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days should expiate
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
© William Shakespeare
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds,By unions married do offend thine ear,They do but sweetly chide thee, who confoundsIn singleness the parts that thou should'st bear:Mark how one string, sweet husband to an other,Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,Resembling sire, and child, and happy mother,Who all-in-one one pleasing note do sing Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee, "thou single wilt prove none
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
© William Shakespeare
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'dThy beauty's form in table of my heart,My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,And perspective it is best painter's art,For through the painter must you see his skill,To find where your true image pictur'd lies,Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,That hath his windows glazèd with thine eyes:Now see what good-turns eyes for eyes have done,Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for meAre windows to my breast, where-through the sunDelights to peep, to gaze therein on thee
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
© William Shakespeare
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal warHow to divide the conquest of thy sight
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Love is too young to know what conscience is
© William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is,Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove
