| 1 | | I. From fairest creatures we desire increase,
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| 2 | | II. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
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| 3 | | III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
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| 4 | | IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
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| 5 | | V. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
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| 6 | | VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
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| 7 | | VII. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
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| 8 | | III. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
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| 9 | | IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
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| 10 | | X. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
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| 11 | | XI. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
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| 12 | | XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time,
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| 13 | | XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
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| 14 | | XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
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| 15 | | XV. When I consider every thing that grows
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| 16 | | XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way
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| 17 | | VII. Who will believe my verse in time to come,
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| 18 | | XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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| 19 | | IX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
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| 20 | | XX. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
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| 21 | | XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse
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| 22 | | XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
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| 23 | | XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage
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| 24 | | XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
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| 25 | | XXV. Let those who are in favour with their stars
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| 26 | | XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
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| 27 | | XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
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| 28 | | XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight,
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| 29 | | XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
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| 30 | | XXX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
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| 31 | | XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
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| 32 | | XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day,
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| 33 | | XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
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| 34 | | XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
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| 35 | | XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
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| 36 | | XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain,
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| 37 | | XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight
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| 38 | | XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent,
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| 39 | | XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
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| 40 | | XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
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| 41 | | XLI. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
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| 42 | | XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
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| 43 | | XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
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| 44 | | XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
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| 45 | | XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire,
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| 46 | | XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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| 47 | | XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
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| 48 | | XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way,
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| 49 | | XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come,
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| 50 | | L. How heavy do I journey on the way,
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| 51 | | LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
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| 52 | | LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
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| 53 | | LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made,
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| 54 | | LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
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| 55 | | LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
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| 56 | | LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
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| 57 | | LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend
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| 58 | | VIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave,
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| 59 | | LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is
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| 60 | | LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
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| 61 | | LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open
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| 62 | | LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
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| 63 | | LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now,
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| 64 | | LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
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| 65 | | LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
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| 66 | | LXVI. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
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| 67 | | LXVII. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
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| 68 | | LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
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| 69 | | LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
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| 70 | | LXX. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
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| 71 | | LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead
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| 72 | | LXXII. O, lest the world should task you to recite
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| 73 | | LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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| 74 | | LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest
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| 75 | | LXXV. So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
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| 76 | | LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
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| 77 | | LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
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| 78 | | LXXVIII. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
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| 79 | | LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
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| 80 | | LXXX. O, how I faint when I of you do write,
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| 81 | | LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
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| 82 | | LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
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| 83 | | LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need
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| 84 | | LXXXIV. Who is it that says most? which can say more
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| 85 | | LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
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| 86 | | LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
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| 87 | | LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
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| 88 | | LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
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| 89 | | LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
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| 90 | | XC. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
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| 91 | | XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
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| 92 | | XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
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| 93 | | XCIII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
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| 94 | | XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none,
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| 95 | | XCV. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
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| 96 | | XCVI. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
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| 97 | | XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been
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| 98 | | XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring,
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| 99 | | XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide:
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| 100 | | C. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
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| 101 | | CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
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| 102 | | CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
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| 103 | | CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
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| 104 | | CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
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| 105 | | CV. Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
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| 106 | | CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time
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| 107 | | CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
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| 108 | | CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character
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| 109 | | CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart,
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| 110 | | CX. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
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| 111 | | CXI. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
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| 112 | | CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill
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| 113 | | CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
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| 114 | | CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
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| 115 | | CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
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| 116 | | CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
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| 117 | | CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
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| 118 | | CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
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| 119 | | CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
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| 120 | | CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now,
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| 121 | | CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
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| 122 | | CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
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| 123 | | CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
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| 124 | | CXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state,
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| 125 | | CXXV. Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
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| 126 | | CXXVI. O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
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| 127 | | CXXVII. In the old age black was not counted fair,
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| 128 | | CXXVIII. How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
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| 129 | | CXXIX. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
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| 130 | | CXXX. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
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| 131 | | CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
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| 132 | | CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
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| 133 | | CXXXIII. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
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| 134 | | CXXXIV. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
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| 135 | | CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
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| 136 | | CXXXVI. If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
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| 137 | | CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
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| 138 | | CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth
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| 139 | | CXXXIX. O, call not me to justify the wrong
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| 140 | | CXL. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
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| 141 | | CXLI. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
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| 142 | | CXLII. Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
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| 143 | | CXLIII. Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
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| 144 | | CXLIV. Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
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| 145 | | CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make
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| 146 | | CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
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| 147 | | CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still
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| 148 | | CXLVIII. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
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| 149 | | CXLIX. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
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| 150 | | CL. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
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| 151 | | CLI. Love is too young to know what conscience is;
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| 152 | | CLII. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
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| 153 | | CLIII. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
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| 154 | | CLIV. The little Love-god lying once asleep
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