- A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted XX
- Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all CXVII
- Against my love shall be, as I am now, LXIII
- Against that time, if ever that time come, XLIX
- Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, LXVII
- Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, CIII
- Alas, ’tis true I have gone here and there CX
- As a decrepit father takes delight XXXVII
- As an unperfect actor on the stage XXIII
- As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest XI
- Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press CXL
- Being your slave, what should I do but tend LVII
- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan CXXXIII
- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, XLVII
- But be contented: when that fell arrest LXXIV
- But do thy worst to steal thyself away, XCII
- But wherefore do not you a mightier way XVI
- Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, CXLIX
- Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: CLIII
- Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws, XIX
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, LXXXVII
- For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any, X
- From fairest creatures we desire increase, I
- From you have I been absent in the spring, XCVIII
- Full many a glorious morning have I seen XXXIII
- How can I then return in happy plight, XXVIII
- How can my Muse want subject to invent, XXXVIII
- How careful was I, when I took my way, XLVIII
- How heavy do I journey on the way, L
- How like a winter hath my absence been XCVII
- How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, CXXVIII
- How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame XCV
- I grant thou wert not married to my Muse LXXXII
- I never saw that you did painting need LXXXIII
- If my dear love were but the child of state, CXXIV
- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, XLIV
- If there be nothing new, but that which is LIX
- If thou survive my well-contented day, XXXII
- If thy soul check thee that I come so near, CXXXVI
- In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, CXLI
- In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, CLII
- In the old age black was not counted fair, CXXVII
- Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye IX
- Is it thy will thy image should keep open LXI
- Let me confess that we two must be twain, XXXVI
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds CXVI
- Let not my love be call’d idolatry, CV
- Let those who are in favour with their stars XXV
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, LX
- Like as, to make our appetite more keen, CXVIII
- Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch CXLIII
- Lo! in the orient when the gracious light VII
- Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest III
- Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage XXVI
- Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, CXLII
- Love is too young to know what conscience is; CLI
- Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war XLVI
- Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d XXIV
- Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? VIII
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old, XXII
- My love is as a fever, longing still CXLVII
- My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming; CII
- My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; CXXX
- My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, LXXXV
- No longer mourn for me when I am dead LXXI
- No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: XXXV
- No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: CXXIII
- Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; XIV
- Not marble, nor the gilded monuments LV
- Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul CVII
- O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, CXLVIII
- O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power CXXVI
- O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends CI
- O, call not me to justify the wrong CXXXIX
- O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, CXI
- O, from what power hast thou this powerful might CL
- O, how I faint when I of you do write, LXXX
- O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem LIV
- O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, XXXIX
- O, lest the world should task you to recite LXXII
- O, never say that I was false of heart, CIX
- O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are XIII
- Or I shall live your epitaph to make, LXXXI
- Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you, CXIV
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, CXLVI
- Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, LXXXIX
- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? XVIII
- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye LXII
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, LXV
- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; CXIII
- So am I as the rich, whose blessed key LII
- So are you to my thoughts as food to life, LXXV
- So is it not with me as with that Muse XXI
- So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse LXXVIII
- So shall I live, supposing thou art true, XCIII
- So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, CXXXIV
- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, XCI
- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; XCVI
- Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said LVI
- Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; XL
- That god forbid that made me first your slave, LVIII
- That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, LXX
- That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, XLII
- That time of year thou mayst in me behold LXXIII
- That you were once unkind befriends me now, CXX
- The expense of spirit in a waste of shame CXXIX
- The forward violet thus did I chide: XCIX
- The little Love-god lying once asleep CLIV
- The other two, slight air and purging fire, XLV
- Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; XC
- Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface VI
- They that have power to hurt and will do none, XCIV
- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, CXXXII
- Those hours, that with gentle work did frame V
- Those lines that I before have writ do lie, CXV
- Those lips that Love’s own hand did make CXLV
- Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view LXIX
- Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, XLI
- Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, CXXXI
- Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, CXXXVII
- Thus can my love excuse the slow offence LI
- Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, LXVIII
- Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, XXXI
- Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain CXXII
- Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, LXXVII
- Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, LXVI
- ’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d, CXXI
- To me, fair friend, you never can be old, CIV
- Two loves I have of comfort and despair, CXLIV
- Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend IV
- Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, LXXXVI
- Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, XXVII
- Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, CXXV
- What is your substance, whereof are you made, LIII
- What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, CXIX
- What’s in the brain that ink may character CVIII
- When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, II
- When I consider everything that grows XV
- When I do count the clock that tells the time, XII
- When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced LXIV
- When in the chronicle of wasted time CVI
- When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, XLIII
- When my love swears that she is made of truth CXXXVIII
- When thou shalt be disposed to set me light LXXXVIII
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought XXX
- When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, XXIX
- Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long C
- Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, LXXIX
- Who is it that says most? which can say more LXXXIV
- Who will believe my verse in time to come, XVII
- Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy “Will,” CXXXV
- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day XXXIV
- Why is my verse so barren of new pride, LXXVI
- Your love and pity doth the impression fill CXII
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