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Some glory in their birth, some in… Some in their wealth, some in thei… Some in their garments, though new… Some in their hawks and hounds, so… And every humour hath his adjunct…
THAT time of year thou may’st in… When yellow leaves, or none, or fe… Upon those boughs which shake agai… Bare ruin’d choirs where late the… In me thou see’st the twilight of…
Let not my love be called idolatry… Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and prais… To one, of one, still such, and ev… Kind is my love today, tomorrow ki…
Ah, wherefore with infection shoul… And with his presence grace impiet… That sin by him advantage should a… And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate…
Whilst I alone did call upon thy… My verse alone had all thy gentle… But now my gracious numbers are de… And my sick Muse doth give an oth… I grant, sweet love, thy lovely ar…
Being your slave, what should I d… Upon the hours and times of your d… I have no precious time* at all to… Nor services to do, till you requi… Nor dare I chide the world—withou…
That thou art blamed shall not be… For slander’s mark was ever yet th… The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven’s swee… So thou be good, slander doth but…
When I consider every thing that… Holds in perfection but a little m… That this huge stage presenteth no… Whereon the stars in secret influe… When I perceive that men as plant…
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eye… Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change
Music to hear, why hear’st thou mu… Sweets with sweets war not, joy de… Why lov’st thou that which thou re… Or else receiv’st with pleasure th… If the true concord of well-tunèd…
So oft have I invoked thee for my… And found such fair assistance in… As every alien pen hath got my use… And under thee their poesy dispers… Thine eyes, that taught the dumb o…
That thou art blam’d shall not be… For slander’s mark was ever yet th… The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven’s swee… So thou be good, slander doth but…
Where art thou, Muse, that thou f… To speak of that which gives thee… Spend’st thou thy fury on some wor… Darkening thy power to lend base s… Return, forgetful Muse, and strai…
But do thy worst to steal thyself… For term of life thou art assured… And life no longer than thy love w… For it depends upon that love of t… Then need I not to fear the worst…
What is your substance, whereof ar… That millions of strange shadows o… Since every one hath, every one, o… And you, but one, can every shadow… Describe Adonis, and the counterf…