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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XVII

Sonnet XVI Sonnet XVIII XVII Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XVIII

Sonnet XVII Sonnet XIX XVIII Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XIX

Sonnet XVIII Sonnet XX XIX Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: II

Sonnet I Sonnet III II When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed of small…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XX

Sonnet XIX Sonnet XXI XX A woman's face with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXI

Sonnet XX Sonnet XXII XXI So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXII

Sonnet XXI Sonnet XXIII XXII My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXIII

Sonnet XXII Sonnet XXIV XXIII As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXIV

Sonnet XXIII Sonnet XXV XXIV Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective it is…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXV

Sonnet XXIV Sonnet XXVI XXV Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook'd for joy in that I…