Sonnet CXXXVIII (William Shakespeare Poems)
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That ...
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my ...
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste ...
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me that you should love After my ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty ...
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing, In act thy ...
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty ...
Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own ...
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing: In act thy ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
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