Mine eye hath played the painter a… Thy beauty’s form in table of my h… My body is the frame wherein ’tis… And perspective that is best paint… For through the painter must you s…

When I do count the clock that te… And see the brave day sunk in hide… When I behold the violet past pri… And sable curls all silver’d o’er… When lofty trees I see barren of…

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,

IT was a lover and his lass,    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey… That o’er the green corn-field did…    In the spring time, the only pr… When birds do sing, hey ding a din…

Thy gift, thy tables, are within m… Full charactered with lasting memo… Which shall above that idle rank r… Beyond all date even to eternity— Or at the least, so long as brain…

So is it not with me as with that… Stirred by a painted beauty to his… Who heaven it self for ornament do… And every fair with his fair doth… Making a couplement of proud compa…

Full many a glorious morning have… Flatter the mountain-tops with sov… Kissing with golden face the meado… Gilding pale streams with heavenly… Anon permit the basest clouds to r…

Our remedies oft in ourselves do l… Which we ascribe to heaven. The f… Gives us free scope, only doth bac… Our slow designs when we ourselves… What power is it which mounts my l…

Against that time, if ever that ti… When I shall see thee frown on my… When as thy love hath cast his utm… Called to that audit by advised re… Against that time when thou shalt…