Sonnet CXLII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with ...
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with ...
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty ...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be ...
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within ...
So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven ...
Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one; So shall those blots that ...
How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that case ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall ...
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lov'st thou ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing, they most do show, ...
The little Love-god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life ...
Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and ...
If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd' As subject to ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On ...
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love ...
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
As an unperfect actor on the stage Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed: From where thou ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed ...
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and ...
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