william shakespeare sonnets
Sonnets 1 - 10
01 From fairest creatures we desire increase
02 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
03 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
04 Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend
05 Those hours that with gentle work did frame
06 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
07 Lo in the Orient when the gracious light
08 Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
09 Is it for fear to wet a widows eye
10For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Sonnets 11 - 20
11 As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st
13 O that you were yourself, but love you are
12 When I do count the clock that tells the time
14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
15 When I consider everything that grows
16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way
17 Who will believe my verse in time to come
18 Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
19 Devouring time blunt thou the lion's paws
20 A woman's face with nature's own hand
Sonnets 21 - 30
21 So is it not with me as with that Muse
22 My glass shall not persuade me I am old
23 As an unperfect actor on the stage
24 Mine eye hath played the painter and hath
25William Shakespeare Sonnet 25 Let those who are in favour with their stars
26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
27 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
28 How can I then return in happy plight
29 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnets 31 - 40
31 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
32 If thou survive my well contented day
33 Full many a glorious morning have I seen
34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
35 No more be grieved at that which thou hast
36 Let me confess that we two must be twain
37 As a decrepit father takes delight
38 How can my Muse want subject to invent
39 Oh how thy worth with manners may I sing
40 Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
Sonnets 41 - 50
41 Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
42 That thou hast her it is not all my grief
43 When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
45 The other two, slight air and purging fire
46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
47 Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
48 How careful was I when I took my way
49 Against that time, if ever that time come
50 How heavy do I journey on my way
Sonnets 51 - 60
51 Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
52 So am I as the rich whose blessed key
53 What is your substance, whereof are you made
54 Oh how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
55 Not marble nor the gilded monuments
56 Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
57 Being your slave what should I do but tend
58 That God forbid, that made me first your slave
59 If there be nothing new, but that which is
60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Sonnets 61 - 70
61 Is it thy will thy image should keep open
62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
63 Against my love shall be as I am now
64 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
66 Tired with all these for restful death I cry
67 Ah wherefore with infection should he live
68 Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
69 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
70 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
Sonnets 71 - 80
71No longer mourn for me when I am dead
72 O lest the world should task you to recite
73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold
74 But be contented when that fell arrest
75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life
76 Why is my verse so barren of new pride
77 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
78 So oft have I invoked thee for my muse
79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
80 O how I faint when I of you do write
Sonnets 81 - 90
81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make
82 I grant thou wert not married to my muse
83 I never saw that you did painting need
84 Who is it that says most, which can say more
85 My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still
86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
87 Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
88 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
89 Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
William Shakespeare Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
Sonnets 91 - 100
91 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
92 But do thy worst to steal thyself away
93 So shall I live, supposing thou art true
94 They that have power to hurt, and will do none
95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
96 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
97 How like a winter hath my absence been
98 From you I have been absent in the spring
99 The forward violet thus did I chide
100 Where art thou muse, that thou forget'st so long
Sonnets 101 - 110
101 O truant muse, what shall be thy amends
102 My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming
103 Alack what poverty my muse brings forth
104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old
105 Let not my love be called idolatry
106 When in the chronicle of wasted time
107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
108 What's in the brain that ink may character
109 O never say that I was false of heart
110 Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there
Sonnets 111 - 120
111 O for my sake do you with fortune chide
112 Your love and pity doth th'impression fill
113 Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
114 Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you
115 net Those lines that I before have writ do lie
116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds
117 Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
118 Like as to make our appetites more keen
119 What potions have I drunk of siren tears
120 That you were once unkind befriends me now
Sonnets 121 - 130
121 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
122 Thy gift, thy tables, are withing my brain
123 No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
124 If my dear love were but the child of state
125 Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
126 O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
127 In the old age black was not counted fair
128 How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
129 Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame
130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Sonnets 131 - 140
131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
132 Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
133 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
134 So, now I have confessed that he is thine
135 Whoever hath thy wish, thou hast thy Will
136 If thy soul check thee that I come so near
137 Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
138 When my love swears that she is made of truth
139 O call not me to justify the wrong
140 Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
Sonnets 141 - 154
141 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
142 Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
143 Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
144 Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
145 Those lips that Love's own hand did make
146 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
147 My love is like a fever, longing still
148 O me, what eyes hath love put in my head
149 Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
150 O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
151 Love is too young to know what conscience is
152 In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
154 The little love-God lying once asleep
01 From fairest creatures we desire increase
02 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
03 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
04 Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend
05 Those hours that with gentle work did frame
06 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
07 Lo in the Orient when the gracious light
08 Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
09 Is it for fear to wet a widows eye
10For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Sonnets 11 - 20
11 As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st
13 O that you were yourself, but love you are
12 When I do count the clock that tells the time
14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
15 When I consider everything that grows
16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way
17 Who will believe my verse in time to come
18 Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
19 Devouring time blunt thou the lion's paws
20 A woman's face with nature's own hand
Sonnets 21 - 30
21 So is it not with me as with that Muse
22 My glass shall not persuade me I am old
23 As an unperfect actor on the stage
24 Mine eye hath played the painter and hath
25William Shakespeare Sonnet 25 Let those who are in favour with their stars
26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
27 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
28 How can I then return in happy plight
29 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnets 31 - 40
31 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
32 If thou survive my well contented day
33 Full many a glorious morning have I seen
34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
35 No more be grieved at that which thou hast
36 Let me confess that we two must be twain
37 As a decrepit father takes delight
38 How can my Muse want subject to invent
39 Oh how thy worth with manners may I sing
40 Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
Sonnets 41 - 50
41 Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
42 That thou hast her it is not all my grief
43 When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
45 The other two, slight air and purging fire
46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
47 Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
48 How careful was I when I took my way
49 Against that time, if ever that time come
50 How heavy do I journey on my way
Sonnets 51 - 60
51 Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
52 So am I as the rich whose blessed key
53 What is your substance, whereof are you made
54 Oh how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
55 Not marble nor the gilded monuments
56 Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
57 Being your slave what should I do but tend
58 That God forbid, that made me first your slave
59 If there be nothing new, but that which is
60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Sonnets 61 - 70
61 Is it thy will thy image should keep open
62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
63 Against my love shall be as I am now
64 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
66 Tired with all these for restful death I cry
67 Ah wherefore with infection should he live
68 Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
69 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
70 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
Sonnets 71 - 80
71No longer mourn for me when I am dead
72 O lest the world should task you to recite
73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold
74 But be contented when that fell arrest
75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life
76 Why is my verse so barren of new pride
77 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
78 So oft have I invoked thee for my muse
79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
80 O how I faint when I of you do write
Sonnets 81 - 90
81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make
82 I grant thou wert not married to my muse
83 I never saw that you did painting need
84 Who is it that says most, which can say more
85 My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still
86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
87 Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
88 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
89 Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
William Shakespeare Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
Sonnets 91 - 100
91 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
92 But do thy worst to steal thyself away
93 So shall I live, supposing thou art true
94 They that have power to hurt, and will do none
95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
96 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
97 How like a winter hath my absence been
98 From you I have been absent in the spring
99 The forward violet thus did I chide
100 Where art thou muse, that thou forget'st so long
Sonnets 101 - 110
101 O truant muse, what shall be thy amends
102 My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming
103 Alack what poverty my muse brings forth
104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old
105 Let not my love be called idolatry
106 When in the chronicle of wasted time
107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
108 What's in the brain that ink may character
109 O never say that I was false of heart
110 Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there
Sonnets 111 - 120
111 O for my sake do you with fortune chide
112 Your love and pity doth th'impression fill
113 Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
114 Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you
115 net Those lines that I before have writ do lie
116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds
117 Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
118 Like as to make our appetites more keen
119 What potions have I drunk of siren tears
120 That you were once unkind befriends me now
Sonnets 121 - 130
121 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
122 Thy gift, thy tables, are withing my brain
123 No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
124 If my dear love were but the child of state
125 Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
126 O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
127 In the old age black was not counted fair
128 How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
129 Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame
130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Sonnets 131 - 140
131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
132 Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
133 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
134 So, now I have confessed that he is thine
135 Whoever hath thy wish, thou hast thy Will
136 If thy soul check thee that I come so near
137 Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
138 When my love swears that she is made of truth
139 O call not me to justify the wrong
140 Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
Sonnets 141 - 154
141 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
142 Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
143 Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
144 Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
145 Those lips that Love's own hand did make
146 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
147 My love is like a fever, longing still
148 O me, what eyes hath love put in my head
149 Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
150 O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
151 Love is too young to know what conscience is
152 In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
154 The little love-God lying once asleep