Choose yer favorite sonnet of Shakespeare's here.
Shakespeare Shakespeare I. From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Shakespeare Shakespeare II. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
Shakespeare Shakespeare III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Shakespeare Shakespeare IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Shakespeare Shakespeare V. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Shakespeare VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
Shakespeare VII. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Shakespeare VIII. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Shakespeare IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
Shakespeare X. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Shakespeare XI. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
Shakespeare XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time,
Shakespeare XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
Shakespeare XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
Shakespeare XV. When I consider every thing that grows
Shakespeare XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Shakespeare XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come,
Shakespeare XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shakespeare XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
Shakespeare XX. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Shakespeare XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse
Shakespeare XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
Shakespeare XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage
Shakespeare XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
Shakespeare XXV. Let those who are in favour with their stars
Shakespeare XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Shakespeare XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
Shakespeare XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight,
Shakespeare XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
Shakespeare XXX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Shakespeare XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Shakespeare XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day,
Shakespeare XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Shakespeare XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
Shakespeare XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Shakespeare XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Shakespeare XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight
Shakespeare XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent,
Shakespeare XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
Shakespeare XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
Shakespeare XLI. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
Shakespeare XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
Shakespeare XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
Shakespeare XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Shakespeare XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Shakespeare XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
Shakespeare XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
Shakespeare XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way,
Shakespeare XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come,
Shakespeare L. How heavy do I journey on the way,
Shakespeare LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Shakespeare LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
Shakespeare LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made,
Shakespeare LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
Shakespeare LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Shakespeare LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Shakespeare LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Shakespeare LVIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave,
Shakespeare LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is
Shakespeare LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
Shakespeare LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open
Shakespeare LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
Shakespeare LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now,
Shakespeare LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
Shakespeare LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
Shakespeare LXVI. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
Shakespeare LXVII. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
Shakespeare LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
Shakespeare LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Shakespeare LXX. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
Shakespeare LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Shakespeare LXXII. O, lest the world should task you to recite
Shakespeare LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
Shakespeare LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest
Shakespeare LXXV. So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Shakespeare LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
Shakespeare LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Shakespeare LXXVIII. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
Shakespeare LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
Shakespeare LXXX. O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Shakespeare LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Shakespeare LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
Shakespeare LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need
Shakespeare LXXXIV. Who is it that says most? which can say more
Shakespeare LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
Shakespeare LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Shakespeare LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
Shakespeare LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
Shakespeare LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
Shakespeare XC. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Shakespeare XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Shakespeare XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
Shakespeare XCIII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Shakespeare XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none,
Shakespeare XCV. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Shakespeare XCVI. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Shakespeare XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been
Shakespeare XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring,
Shakespeare XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide:
Shakespeare C. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
Shakespeare CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
Shakespeare CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
Shakespeare CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
Shakespeare CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
Shakespeare CV. Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
Shakespeare CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time
Shakespeare CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Shakespeare CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character
Shakespeare CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart,
Shakespeare CX. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
Shakespeare CXI. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
Shakespeare CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill
Shakespeare CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
Shakespeare CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Shakespeare CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Shakespeare CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Shakespeare CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Shakespeare CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
Shakespeare CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Shakespeare CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now,
Shakespeare CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
Shakespeare CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Shakespeare CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Shakespeare CXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state,
Shakespeare CXXV. Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
Shakespeare CXXVI. O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Shakespeare CXXVII. In the old age black was not counted fair,
Shakespeare CXXVIII. How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Shakespeare CXXIX. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Shakespeare CXXX. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Shakespeare CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
Shakespeare CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Shakespeare CXXXIII. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Shakespeare CXXXIV. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
Shakespeare CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
Shakespeare CXXXVI. If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
Shakespeare CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
Shakespeare CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth
Shakespeare CXXXIX. O, call not me to justify the wrong
Shakespeare CXL. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
Shakespeare CXLI. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
Shakespeare CXLII. Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Shakespeare CXLIII. Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
Shakespeare CXLIV. Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Shakespeare CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Shakespeare CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Shakespeare CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still
Shakespeare CXLVIII. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Shakespeare CXLIX. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
Shakespeare CL. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
Shakespeare CLI. Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Shakespeare CLII. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
Shakespeare CLIII. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
Shakespeare CLIV. The little Love-god lying once asleep
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