Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus; More than enough am I that …

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a …

Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I …

Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows …

Your love and pity doth the impression fill, Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow; For what care I who calls me …

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me …

Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend’st thou thy …

Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you, In whose confine …

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might …

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are …

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against …

When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows …

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when I sleep, …

When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise …

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold …

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I …

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless …

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, …

Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves …

What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What’s new to speak, what …

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on …

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to …

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs …

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the …

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank …

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my …

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey …

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man …

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey’d, Such seems your …

Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost, which …

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint …

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity, …

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so …

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain, Beyond all …

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love’s loving …

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what …

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why …

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, …

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is …

Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the …

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’, To me that languished for her …

Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my …

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the …

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black and loving …

So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love’s face May still seem love to me, though …

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some …

They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving …

The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my …

The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep …

The forward violet thus did I chide Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s …

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full …

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my …

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which …

That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she …

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy …

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand …

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my …

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is …

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are …

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath …