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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XLIX
Sonnet XLVIII Sonnet L XLIX Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Call'd to that audit by…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LI
Sonnet L Sonnet LII LI Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LII
Sonnet LI Sonnet LIII LII So am I as the rich, whose blessed key, Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LIII
Sonnet LII Sonnet LIV LIII 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…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LIV
Sonnet LIII Sonnet LV LIV O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour,…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LV
Sonnet LIV Sonnet LVI LV Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone,…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LVI
Sonnet LV Sonnet LVII LVI Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morrow sharpened in his former…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LVII
Sonnet LVI Sonnet LVIII LVII Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do, till you…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LVIII
Sonnet LVII Sonnet LIX LVIII 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…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LIX
Sonnet LVIII Sonnet LX LIX If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second burthen of a…Trending
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