My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear:That love is merchandized whose rich esteemingTh...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her pride,The argument all bare is of more worthThan when it hath my added p...
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three winters coldHave from the fore...
Let not my love be call'd idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.K...
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of ladies dead and lovely ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Supposed as forfeit t...
What's in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what new to register,That may exp...
O, never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.As easy might I from myself departAs from my soul, which in thy b...
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and thereAnd made myself a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offe...
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public ...