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Who is it that says most, which ca… Than this rich praise—that you alo… In whose confine immurèd is the st… Which should example where your eq… Lean penury within that pen doth d…
YOU spotted snakes with double to… Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong… Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel, with melody,
A woman’s face with Nature’s own… Hast thou, the master-mistress of… A woman’s gentle heart, but not ac… With shifting change, as is false… An eye more bright than theirs, le…
Since I left you, mine eye is in… And that which governs me to go ab… Doth part his function, and is par… Seems seeing, but effectually is o… For it no form delivers to the hea…
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…
Not marble, nor the gilded monumen… Of princes, shall outlive this pow… But you shall shine more bright in… Than unswept stone besmear’d with… When wasteful war shall statues ov…
From fairest creatures we desire i… That thereby beauty’s rose might n… But as the riper should by time de… His tender heir might bear his mem… But thou contracted to thine own b…
Thy bosom is endeared with all hea… Which I by lacking have supposed… And there reigns Love, and all Lo… And all those friends which I tho… How many a holy and obsequious tea…
Who will believe my verse in time… If it were fill’d with your most h… Though yet, heaven knows, it is bu… Which hides your life and shows no… If I could write the beauty of yo…
My love is as a fever, longing sti… For that which longer nurseth the… Feeding on that which doth preserv… The uncertain sickly appetite to p… My reason, the physician to my lov…
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here… And made myself a motley to the vi… Gored mine own thoughts, sold chea… Made old offences of affections ne… Most true it is that I have look’…
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…
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more… Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so,
When I consider everything that g… 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…
Not from the stars do I my judgme… And yet methinks I have astronomy… But not to tell of good or evil lu… Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons… Nor can I fortune to brief minute…