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11Sonnet 60 — Sonnet|60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity,… …
12Sonnet 73 — Sonnet|73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As… …
13Sonnet 6 — Sonnet|6 ( continued from Sonnet 5 ) Then let not winter s ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty s treasure ere it be self killed. That use is not forbidden usury …
14Sonnet 99 — Sonnet|99 The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love s breath? Thy purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love s veins thou has t too grossly dyed …
15Sonnet 17 — sonnet|17 Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill d with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in …
16Sonnet 26 — sonnet|26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to… …
17Sonnet 53 — Sonnet|53 What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated… …
18Sonnet 58 — Sonnet|58 That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! O! let me suffer, being at your beck, The… …
19Sonnet 93 — Sonnet|93 So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love s face May still seem love to me, though altered new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I …
20Sonnet 18 — < Sonnet 18 > Shall I compare thee to a summer s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often… …
