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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXIX
Sonnet CXXVIII Sonnet CXXX CXXIX The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage, extreme, rude…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XIII
Sonnet XII Sonnet XIV XIII O! that you were your self; but, love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXX
Sonnet CXXIX Sonnet CXXXI CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires,…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXI
Sonnet CXXX Sonnet CXXXII CXXXI Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXII
Sonnet CXXXI Sonnet CXXXIII CXXXII Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXIII
Sonnet CXXXII Sonnet CXXXIV CXXXIII Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXIV
Sonnet CXXXIII Sonnet CXXXV CXXXIV So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXV
Sonnet CXXXIV Sonnet CXXXVI CXXXV Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus; More than enough am I that vex'd thee still, To thy sweet…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXVI
Sonnet CXXXV Sonnet CXXXVII CXXXVI If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will', And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; Thus far for…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXVII
Sonnet CXXXVI Sonnet CXXXVIII CXXXVII Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet…Trending
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