Top 10 Best Shakespeare Sonnets
Top 10 Best Shakespeare Sonnets
William Shakespeare Sonnet Library: All 154 Sonnets!
I. (1) From fairest creatures we desire increase
II. (2) When forty winters shall beseige thy brow
III. (3) Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
IV. (4) Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
V. (5) Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
VI. (6) Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface
VII. (7) Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
VIII. (8) Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
IX. (9) Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye
X. (10) For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any
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XI. (11) As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
XII. (12) When I do count the clock that tells the time
XIII. (13) O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
XIV. (14) Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
XV. (15) When I consider every thing that grows
XVI. (16) But wherefore do not you a mightier way
XVII. (17) Who will believe my verse in time to come
XVIII. (18) Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
XIX. (19) Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws
XX. (20) A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
XXI. (21)So is it not with me as with that Muse
XXII. (22) My glass shall not persuade me I am old
XXIII. (23) As an unperfect actor on the stage
XXIV. (24) Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath stell’d
XXV. (25) Let those who are in favour with their stars
XXVI. (26) Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
XXVII. (27) Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
XXVIII. (28) How can I then return in happy plight
XXIX. (29) When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
XXX. (30) When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
XXXI. (31) Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
XXXII. (32) If thou survive my well-contented day
XXXIII. (33) Full many a glorious morning have I seen
XXIV. (34) Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
XXXV. (35) No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
XXXVI. (36) Let me confess that we two must be twain
XXXVII. (37) As a decrepit father takes delight
XXXVIII. (38) How can my Muse want subject to invent
XXXIX. (39) O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
XL. (40) Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
XLI. (41) Those petty wrongs that liberty commits
XLII. (42) That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
XLIII. (43) When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
XLIV. (44) If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
XLV. (45) The other two, slight air and purging fire
XLVI. (46) Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
XLVII. (47) Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
XLVIII. (48) How careful was I, when I took my way
XLIX. (49) Against that time, if ever that time come
L. (50) How heavy do I journey on the way
LI. (50) Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
LII. (52) So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
LIII. (53) What is your substance, whereof are you made
LIV. (54) O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
LV. (55) Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
LVI. (56) Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
LVII. (57) Being your slave, what should I do but tend
LVIII. (58) That god forbid that made me first your slave
LIX. (59) If there be nothing new, but that which is
LX. (60) Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
LXI. (61) Is it thy will thy image should keep open
LXII. (62) Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
LXIII. (63) Against my love shall be, as I am now
LXIV. (64) When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
LXV. (65) Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
LXVI. (66) Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
LXVII. (67) Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
LXVIII. (68) Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
LXIX. (69) Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
LXX. (70) That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
LXXI. (71) No longer mourn for me when I am dead
LXXII. (72) O, lest the world should task you to recite
LXIII. (73) That time of year thou mayst in me behold
LXXIV. (74) But be contented: when that fell arrest
LXXV. (75) So are you to my thoughts as food to life
LXXVI. (76) Why is my verse so barren of new pride
LXXVII. (77) Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
LXVIII. (78) So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
LXXIX. (79) Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
LXXX. (80) O, how I faint when I of you do write
LXXXI. (81) Or I shall live your epitaph to make
LXXXII. (82) I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
LXXXIII. (83) I never saw that you did painting need
LXXXIV. (84) Who is it that says most? which can say more
LXXXV. (85) My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
LXXXVI. (86) Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
LXXXVII. (87) Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
LXXXVIII. (88) When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
LXXXVIX. (89) Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
XC. (90) Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
XCI. (91) Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
XCII. (92) But do thy worst to steal thyself away
XCIII. (93) So shall I live, supposing thou art true
XCIV. (94) They that have power to hurt and will do none
XCV. (95) How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
XCVI. (96) Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
XCVII. (97) How like a winter hath my absence been
XCVIII. (98) From you have I been absent in the spring
XCIX. (99) The forward violet thus did I chide
C. (100) Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long
CI. (101) O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
CII. (102) My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming
CIII. (103) Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
CIV. (104) To me, fair friend, you never can be old
CV. (105) Let not my love be call’d idolatry
CVI. (106) When in the chronicle of wasted time
CVII. (107) Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
CVIII. (108) What’s in the brain that ink may character
CIX. (109) O, never say that I was false of heart
CX. (110) Alas, ’tis true I have gone here and there
CXI. (111) O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
CXII. (112) Your love and pity doth the impression fill
CXIII. (113) Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
CXIV. (114) Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you
CXV. (115) Those lines that I before have writ do lie
CXVI. (116) Let me not to the marriage of true minds
CXVII. (117) Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
CXVIII. (118) Like as, to make our appetites more keen
CXIX. (119) What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
CXX. (120) That you were once unkind befriends me now
CXXI. (121) ‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d
CXXII. (122) Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
CXXIII. (123) No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
CXXIV. (124) If my dear love were but the child of state
CXXV. (125) Were ‘t aught to me I bore the canopy
CXXVI. (126) O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
CXXVII. (127) In the old age black was not counted fair
CXXVIII. (128) How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st
CXXIX. (129) The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
CXXX. (130) My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
CXXXI. (131) Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
CXXXII. (132) Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
CXXXIII. (133) Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
CXXXIV. (134) So, now I have confess’d that he is thine
CXXXV. (135) Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will’
CXXXVI. (136) If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
CXXXVII. (137) Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
CXXXVIII. (138) When my love swears that she is made of truth
CXXXIX. (139) O, call not me to justify the wrong
CXL. (140) Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
CXLI. (141) In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
CXLII. (142) Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate
CXLIII. (143) Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
CXLIV. (144) Two loves I have of comfort and despair
CXLV. (145) Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
CXLVI. (146) Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
CXLVII. (147) My love is as a fever, longing still
CXLVIII. (148) O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
CXLIX. (149) Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
CL. (150) O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
CLI. (151) Love is too young to know what conscience is
CLII. (152) In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn
CLIII. (153) Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep
CLIV. (154) The little Love-god lying once asleep
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