«Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace». Sonnet 79 […] Sonnet 79
«So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse». The […] Sonnet 78
«Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste». The youth’s […] Sonnet 77
«Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change?». Complaining that […] Sonnet 76
«So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground». […] Sonnet 75
«But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away». The poet continues his […] Sonnet 74
«That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang». […] Sonnet 73
Shakespeare’s Sonnets are some of the most fascinating and influential poems written in English. First published in 1609, […] Sonnets 61-80
«O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love». […] Sonnet 72
«That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair». The […] Sonnet 70
«Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can […] Sonnet 69
«Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now». […] Sonnet 68
«Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety». Sonnet 67 continues the thought […] Sonnet 67
«Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born». Were it […] Sonnet 66
«Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o’er-sways their power». Continuing many of […] Sonnet 65
«When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age». In […] Sonnet 64
«Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’er-worn». References to […] Sonnet 63
«Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part». The poet […] Sonnet 62
«Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night?». The youth […] Sonnet 61