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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLII
Sonnet CXLI Sonnet CXLIII CXLII Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O! but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIII
Sonnet CXLII Sonnet CXLIV CXLIII Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIV
Sonnet CXLIII Sonnet CXLV CXLIV Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLV
Sonnet CXLIV Sonnet CXLVI CXLV Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me that languish'd for her sake: But when she saw my woeful…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLVI
Sonnet CXLV Sonnet CXLVII CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLVII
Sonnet CXLVI Sonnet CXLVIII CXLVII My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLVIII
Sonnet CXLVII Sonnet CXLIX CXLVIII O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIX
Sonnet CXLVIII Sonnet CL CXLIX Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of my self, all tyrant, for…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XV
Sonnet XIV Sonnet XVI XV When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CL
Sonnet CXLIX Sonnet CLI CL O! from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness…Trending
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