CXXV Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than wa...
CXXVI O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his fickle hour； Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Th...
CXXVII In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name； But now is black beauty's successive heir, And bea...
CXXXIII How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st...
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, ex...
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 hair...
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 a...
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 p...
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 sl...
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 wil...