Sonnet Xli by William Shakespeare
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,When I am sometime absent from thy heart,Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,For still temptation follows where thou… Read More »Sonnet Xli by William Shakespeare
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,When I am sometime absent from thy heart,Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,For still temptation follows where thou… Read More »Sonnet Xli by William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?No love, my love, that thou mayst true… Read More »Sonnet Xl by William Shakespeare
Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which… Read More »Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame by William Shakespeare
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,And burn the… Read More »Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion’s Paws by William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;And yet methinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths,… Read More »Sonnet Xiv by William Shakespeare
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you areNo longer yours than you yourself here live:Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet semblance… Read More »Sonnet Xiii by William Shakespeare
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable… Read More »Sonnet Xii by William Shakespeare
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growestIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowestThou… Read More »Sonnet Xi by William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trimHath put a spirit of youth in every thing,That heavy… Read More »Sonnet Xcviii by William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old December’s… Read More »Sonnet Xcvii by William Shakespeare