William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Poems of William Shakespeare

201. Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide 1/13/2003
202. Sonnet C 5/18/2001
203. Sonnet CI 5/18/2001
204. Sonnet CII 5/18/2001
205. Sonnet CIII 5/18/2001
206. Sonnet CIV 5/18/2001
207. Sonnet CIX 5/18/2001
208. Sonnet CL 5/18/2001
209. Sonnet CLI 5/18/2001
210. Sonnet CLII 5/18/2001
211. Sonnet CLIII 5/18/2001
212. Sonnet CLIV 5/18/2001
213. Sonnet CV 5/18/2001
214. Sonnet CVI 5/18/2001
215. Sonnet CVII 5/18/2001
216. Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul 1/3/2003
217. Sonnet CVIII 5/18/2001
218. Sonnet CX 5/18/2001
219. Sonnet CXI 5/18/2001
220. Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide 1/3/2003

Sonnet CVIII

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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