When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,Will be a tatt...
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewestNow is the time that face should form another;Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,Thou dost b...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thyself thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,And being frank she len...
Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which fai...
Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty...
Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred...
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,O...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eyeThat thou consumest thyself in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.The world will wail thee, lik...
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thyself art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none ...
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growestIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowestThou ...