- Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
- Against my love shall be as I am now
- Against that time, if ever that time come
- Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
- Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth
- Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there
- As a decrepit father takes delight
- As an unperfect actor on the stage
- As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st
- Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
- Being your slave what should I do but tend
- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
- But be contented: when that fell arrest
- But do thy worst to steal thyself away
- But wherefore do not you a mightier way
- Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
- Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
- Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
- For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any
- From fairest creatures we desire increase
- From you have I been absent in the spring
- Full many a glorious morning have I seen
- How can I then return in happy plight
- How can my muse want subject to invent
- How careful was I when I took my way
- How heavy do I journey on the way
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- How oft when thou, my music, music play’st
- How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
- I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
- I never saw that you did painting need
- If my dear love were but the child of state
- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
- If there be nothing new, but that which is
- If thou survive my well-contented day
- If thy soul check thee that I come so near
- In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
- In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn
- In the old age black was not counted fair
- Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye
- Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
- Let me confess that we two must be twain
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Let not my love be call’d idolatry
- Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
- Like as, to make our appetite more keen
- Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
- Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
- Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
- Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
- Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
- Love is too young to know what conscience is
- Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
- Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d
- Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old
- My love is as a fever longing still
- My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming
- My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
- My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
- No longer mourn for me when I am dead
- No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done
- No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
- Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
- Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
- Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
- O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
- O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
- O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
- O! call not me to justify the wrong
- O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide
- O! from what power hast thou this powerful might
- O! how I faint when I of you do write
- O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
- O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
- O! lest the world should task you to recite
- O! never say that I was false of heart
- O! that you were your self; but, love you are
- Or I shall live your epitaph to make
- Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
- Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
- So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
- So are you to my thoughts as food to life
- So is it not with me as with that Muse
- So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
- So shall I live, supposing thou art true
- So, now I have confess’d that he is thine
- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
- Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
- Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
- That god forbid, that made me first your slave
- That thou art blam’d shall not be thy defect
- That thou hast her it is not all my grief
- That time of year thou mayst in me behold
- That you were once unkind befriends me now
- The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
- The forward violet thus did I chide
- The little Love-god lying once asleep
- The other two, slight air, and purging fire
- Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
- Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
- They that have power to hurt, and will do none
- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
- Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
- Those lines that I before have writ do lie
- Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
- Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
- Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
- Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
- Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
- Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
- Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
- Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
- Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
- Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
- Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
- ’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d
- To me, fair friend, you never can be old
- Two loves I have of comfort and despair
- Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
- Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
- Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
- Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy
- What is your substance, whereof are you made
- What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
- What’s in the brain, that ink may character
- When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- When I consider every thing that grows
- When I do count the clock that tells the time
- When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
- When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
- When in the chronicle of wasted time
- When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
- When my love swears that she is made of truth
- When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
- Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long
- Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
- Who is it that says most, which can say more
- Who will believe my verse in time to come
- Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’
- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
- Why is my verse so barren of new pride
- Your love and pity doth the impression fill
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