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• «A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted...» - Sonnet XX
  
• «Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all...» - Sonnet CXVII
  
• «Against my love shall be, as I am now...» - Sonnet LXIII
  
• «Against that time, if ever that time come...» - Sonnet XLIX
  
• «Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth...» - Sonnet CIII
  
• «Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there...» - Sonnet CX
  
• «Ah! wherefore with infection should he live...» - Sonnet LXVII
  
• «As a decrepit father takes delight...» - Sonnet XXXVII
  
• «As an unperfect actor on the stage...» - Sonnet XXIII
  
• «As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest...» - Sonnet XI
  
• «Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press...» - Sonnet CXL
  
• «Being your slave, what should I do but tend...» - Sonnet LVII
  
• «Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan...» - Sonnet CXXXIII
  
• «Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is too...» - Sonnet XLVII
  
• «But be contented: when that fell arrest...» - Sonnet LXXIV
  
• «But do thy worst to steal thyself away...» - Sonnet XCII
  
• «But wherefore do not you a mightier way...» - Sonnet XVI
  
• «Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not...» - Sonnet CXLIX
  
• «Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep...» - Sonnet CLIII
  
• «Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws...» - Sonnet XIX
  
• «Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing...» - Sonnet LXXXVII
  
• «For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any...» - Sonnet X
  
• «From fairest creatures we desire increase...» - Sonnet I
  
• «From you have I been absent in the spring...» - Sonnet XCVIII
  
• «Full many a glorious morning have I seen...» - Sonnet XXXIII
  
• «How can my Muse want subject to invent...» - Sonnet XXXVIII
  
• «How can I then return in happy pligh...» - Sonnet XXVIII
  
• «How careful was I, when I took my way...» - Sonnet XLVIII
  
• «How heavy do I journey on the way...» - Sonnet L
  
• «How like a winter hath my absence been...» - Sonnet XCVII
  
• «How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st...» - Sonnet CXXVIII
  
• «How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame...» - Sonnet XCV
  
• «I grant thou wert not married to my Muse...» - Sonnet LXXXII
  
• «I never saw that you did painting need...» - Sonnet LXXXIII
  
• «If my dear love were but the child of state...» - Sonnet CXXIV
  
• «If the dull substance of my flesh were thought...» - Sonnet XLIV
  
• «If there be nothing new, but that which is...» - Sonnet LIX
  
• «If thou survive my well-contented day...» - Sonnet XXXII
  
• «If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near...» - Sonnet CXXXVI
  
• «In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes...» - Sonnet CXLI
  
• «In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn...» - Sonnet CLII
  
• «In the old age black was not counted fair...» - Sonnet CXXVII
  
• «Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye...» - Sonnet IX
  
• «Is it thy will thy image should keep open...» - Sonnet LXI
  
• «Let me confess that we two must be twain...» - Sonnet XXXVI
  
• «Let me not to the marriage of true minds...» - Sonnet CXVI
  
• «Let those who are in favour with their stars...» - Sonnet XXV
  
• «Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore...» - Sonnet LX
  
• «Like as, to make our appetites more keen...» - Sonnet CXVIII
  
• «Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch...» - Sonnet CXLIII
  
• «Lo! in the orient when the gracious light...» - Sonnet VII
  
• «Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest...» - Sonnet III
  
• «Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage...» - Sonnet XXVI
  
• «Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate...» - Sonnet CXLII
  
• «Love is too young to know what conscience is...» - Sonnet CLI
  
• «Let not my love be call'd idolatry...» - Sonnet CV
  
• «Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war...» - Sonnet XLVI
  
• «Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd...» - Sonnet XXIV
  
• «My glass shall not persuade me I am old...» - Sonnet XXII
  
• «My love is as a fever, longing still...» - Sonnet CXLVII
  
• «My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming...» - Sonnet CII
  
• «My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...» - Sonnet CXXX
  
• «My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still...» - Sonnet LXXXV
  
• «Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?..» - Sonnet VIII
  
• «No longer mourn for me when I am dead...» - Sonnet LXXI
  
• «No more be grieved at that which thou hast done...» - Sonnet XXXV
  
• «No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change...» - Sonnet CXXIII
  
• «Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck...» - Sonnet XIV
  
• «Not marble, nor the gilded monuments...» - Sonnet LV
  
• «Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul...» - Sonnet CVII
  
• «O, call not me to justify the wrong...» - Sonnet CXXXIX
  
• «O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide...» - Sonnet CXI
  
• «O, from what power hast thou this powerful might...» - Sonnet CL
  
• «O, how I faint when I of you do write...» - Sonnet LXXX
  
• «O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem...» - Sonnet LIV
  
• «O, how thy worth with manners may I sing...» - Sonnet XXXIX
  
• «O, lest the world should task you to recite...» - Sonnet LXXII
  
• «O, never say that I was false of heart...» - Sonnet CIX
  

• «O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head...» - Sonnet CXLVIII
  
• «O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are...» - Sonnet XIII
  
• «O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power...» - Sonnet CXXVI
  
• «O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends...» - Sonnet CI
  
• «Or I shall live your epitaph to make...» - Sonnet LXXXI
  
• «Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you...» - Sonnet CXIV
  
• «Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth...» - Sonnet CXLVI
  
• «Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault...» - Sonnet LXXXIX
  
• «Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?...» - Sonnet XVIII
  
• «Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye...» - Sonnet LXII
  
• «Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea...» - Sonnet LXV
  
• «Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind...» - Sonnet CXIII
  
• «So am I as the rich, whose blessed key...» - Sonnet LII
  
• «So are you to my thoughts as food to life...» - Sonnet LXXV
  
• «So is it not with me as with that Muse...» - Sonnet XXI
  
• «So, now I have confess'd that he is thine...» - Sonnet CXXXIV
  
• «So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse...» - Sonnet LXXVIII
  
• «So shall I live, supposing thou art true...» - Sonnet XCIII
  
• «Some glory in their birth, some in their skill...» - Sonnet XCI
  
• «Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness...» - Sonnet XCVI
  
• «Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said...» - Sonnet LVI
  
• «Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all...» - Sonnet XL
  
• «That god forbid that made me first your slave...» - Sonnet LVIII
  
• «Tired with all these, for restful death I cry...» - Sonnet LXVI
  
• «That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect...» - Sonnet LXX
  
• «That thou hast her, it is not all my grief...» - Sonnet XLII
  
• «That time of year thou mayst in me behold...» - Sonnet LXXIII
  
• «That you were once unkind befriends me now...» - Sonnet CXX
  
• «The expense of spirit in a waste of shame...» - Sonnet CXXIX
  
• «The forward violet thus did I chide...» - Sonnet XCIX
  
• «The little Love-god lying once asleep...» - Sonnet CLIV
  
• «The other two, slight air and purging fire...» - Sonnet XLV
  
• «Then let not winter's ragged hand deface...» - Sonnet VI
  
• «Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now...» - Sonnet XC
  
• «They that have power to hurt and will do none...» - Sonnet XCIV
  
• «Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me...» - Sonnet CXXXII
  
• «Those hours, that with gentle work did frame...» - Sonnet V
  
• «Those lines that I before have writ do lie...» - Sonnet CXV
  
• «Those lips that Love's own hand did make...» - Sonnet CXLV
  
• «Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view...» - Sonnet LXIX
  
• «Those petty wrongs that liberty commits...» - Sonnet XLI
  
• «Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art...» - Sonnet CXXXI
  
• «Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes...» - Sonnet CXXXVII
  
• «Thus can my love excuse the slow offence...» - Sonnet LI
  
• «Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn...» - Sonnet LXVIII
  
• «Two loves I have of comfort and despair...» - Sonnet CXLIV
  
• «Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts...» - Sonnet XXXI
  
• «Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain...» - Sonnet CXXII
  
• «Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear...» - Sonnet LXXVII
  
• «'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd...» - Sonnet CXXI
  
• «To me, fair friend, you never can be old...» - Sonnet CIV
  
• «Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend...» - Sonnet IV
  
• «Was it the proud full sail of his great verse...» - Sonnet LXXXVI
  
• «Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed...» - Sonnet XXVII
  
• «Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy...» - Sonnet CXXV
  
• «What is your substance, whereof are you made...» - Sonnet LIII
  
• «What potions have I drunk of Siren tears...» - Sonnet CXIX
  
• «What's in the brain that ink may character...» - Sonnet CVIII
  
• «When forty winters shall beseige thy brow...» - Sonnet II
  
• «When I do count the clock that tells the time...» - Sonnet XII
  
• «When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced...» - Sonnet LXIV
  
• «When I consider every thing that grows...» - Sonnet XV
  
• «When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...» - Sonnet XXIX
  
• «When in the chronicle of wasted time...» - Sonnet CVI
  
• «When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see...» - Sonnet XLIII
  
• «When my love swears that she is made of truth...» - Sonnet CXXXVIII
  
• «When thou shalt be disposed to set me light...» - Sonnet LXXXVIII
  
• «Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long...» - Sonnet C
  
• «Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day...» - Sonnet XXXIV
  
• «Why is my verse so barren of new pride...» - Sonnet LXXVI
  
• «When to the sessions of sweet silent thought...» - Sonnet XXX
  
• «Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid...» - Sonnet LXXIX
  
• «Who is it that says most? which can say more...» - Sonnet LXXXIV
  
• «Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy «Will»...» - Sonnet CXXXV
  
• «Who will believe my verse in time to come...» - Sonnet XVII
  
• «Your love and pity doth the impression fill...» - Sonnet CXII