So shall I live, supposing thou art true, XCIV. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, XCIII. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, XCII. Then hate me when thou wilt if ever, now XCI. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, XC. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, LXXXIX. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, LXXXVIII.
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, LXXXVII. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, LXXXVI. Who is it that says most? which can say more LXXXV. I never saw that you did painting need LXXXIV. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse LXXXIII. Or I shall live your epitaph to make, LXXXII. O, how I faint when I of you do write, LXXXI. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, LXXX. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse LXXIX. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, LXXVIII. Why is my verse so barren of new pride, LXXVII. So are you to my thoughts as food to life, LXXVI. But be contented: when that fell arrest LXXV. That time of year thou mayst in me behold LXXIV. O, lest the world should task you to recite LXXIII.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead LXXII. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, LXXI. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view LXX. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, LXIX. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, LXVIII. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, LXVII. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, LXVI. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced LXV. Against my love shall be, as I am now, LXIV. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye LXIII. Is it thy will thy image should keep open LXII. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, LXI. If there be nothing new, but that which is LX. That god forbid that made me first your slave, LIX. Being your slave, what should I do but tend LVIII. Sweet love, renew thy force be it not said LVII. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments LVI. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem LV. What is your substance, whereof are you made, LIV. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key LIII. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence LII. Against that time, if ever that time come, L. How careful was I, when I took my way, XLIX. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, XLVIII. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war XLVII. The other two, slight air and purging fire, XLVI. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, XLV. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, XLIV. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, XLIII. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, XLII. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all XLI. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, XL. How can my Muse want subject to invent, XXXIX. As a decrepit father takes delight XXXVIII. Let me confess that we two must be twain, XXXVII. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: XXXVI. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, XXXV.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen XXXIV. If thou survive my well-contented day, XXXIII. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, XXXII. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought XXXI. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, XXX. How can I then return in happy plight, XXIX. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, XXVIII. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage XXVII. Let those who are in favour with their stars XXVI. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd XXV. My glass shall not persuade me I am old, XXIII. So is it not with me as with that Muse XXII. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted XXI. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, XX. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? XIX. Who will believe my verse in time to come, XVIII. But wherefore do not you a mightier way XVII. When I consider every thing that grows XVI. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck XV. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are XIV. When I do count the clock that tells the time, XIII. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest XII. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, XI. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? IX. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light VIII. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface VII. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame VI. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend V. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest IV. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, III. FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, II. You can buy the Arden text of these sonnets from the online bookstore: Shakespeare's Sonnets (Arden Shakespeare: Third Series) I.
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