So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou wilt restore, to b...
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanFor that deep wound it gives my friend and me!Is't not enough to torture me alone,But slave to slav...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,Have put on black and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty rut...
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 heartThou art the fa...
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...
The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, ...
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,Upon that blessed wood whose motion soundsWith thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'stThe wiry...
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 beauty slande...
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerDost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stThy lovers...
Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,With my extern the outward honouring,Or laid great bases for eternity,Which prove more short than waste or r...