William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

321. Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love's own hand did make 1/13/2003
322. Sonnet 145: 3/30/2010
323. Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair 1/13/2003
324. Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch 1/13/2003
325. Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate 1/13/2003
326. Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes 1/13/2003
327. Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press 1/13/2003
328. Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck 1/13/2003
329. Sonnet 14: “Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck…” 3/30/2010
330. Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong 1/13/2003
331. Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth 1/13/2003
332. Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes 1/13/2003
333. Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near 1/13/2003
334. Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will 1/13/2003
335. Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine 1/13/2003
336. Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan 1/13/2003
337. Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me 1/13/2003
338. Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art 1/13/2003
339. Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun 1/13/2003
340. Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are 1/13/2003

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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