Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault – Poem by William Shakespeare Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence; Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence. Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so […]
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Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still – Poem by William Shakespeare My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words, And like […]
Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame – Poem by William Shakespeare How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the […]
Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide – Poem by William Shakespeare The forward violet thus did I chide: “Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft check for complexion dwells In my love’s veins thou hast too […]
Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away – Poem by William Shakespeare But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine; And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love of thine. Then need I not to fear the […]
Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight – Poem by William Shakespeare How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day’s oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day oppressed? And each, though enemies to either’s reign, Do […]
Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True – Poem by William Shakespeare So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love’s face May still seem love to me, though altered new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in […]