Sonnet 37 by William Shakespeare As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune’s dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. 4 For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, …
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Shakespeare Sonnet 129 Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and, till action, lust Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust; 4 Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight; Past reason hunted, and no …
Shakespeare Sonnet 19 Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws And make the Earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; 4 Make glad and sorry seasons as …
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Sonnet 53 by William Shakespeare What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. 4 Describe Adonis, and the …
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Sonnet 42 by William Shakespeare That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. …
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Sonnet 128 by William Shakespeare How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, 4 Do I envy those jacks that nimble …
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Sonnet 135 by William Shakespeare Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will, And will to boot, and will in overplus. More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. 4 Wilt thou, whose will is large …
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Shakespeare Sonnet 15 When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; 4 When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and checked even by the selfsame …
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Sonnet 44 by William Shakespeare If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way, For then, despite of space, I would be brought From limits far remote, where thou dost stay. 4 No matter then although …
Sonnet 61 by William Shakespeare Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? 4 Is …
