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