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 grieved at that which thou hast done
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck.
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments.

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Now the hungry lion roars .

O, call not me to justify the wrong

O, for my sake do you with fortune chide

O, how I faint when I of you do write.

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing

O, lest the world should task you to recite

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
On a day-alack the day

O, never say that I was false of heart

Or I shall live your epitaph to make.
Orpheus with his lute made trees.

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you

O, that you were yourself! but, Love, you are

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power.
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends.

Over hill, over dale

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

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd
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.
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine
So shall I live, supposing thou art true.

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not

Study me how to please the eye indeed

Sweet Flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew
Sweet Love, renew thy force; be it not said.
Sweet Mistress,-what your name is else, I know not.
Sweet Rose, fair Flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded

Take all my loves, my Love, yea, take them all
Take, O, take those lips away.

Tell me where is Fancy bred

That god forbid that made me first your slave
That thou art blamed 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 master, the swabber, the boatswain and I
The other two, slight air and purging fire.
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
Then is there mirth in Heaven.

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
They bore him barefaced on the bier

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21

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9

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95

7

2

113

125

97

128

175

184

154

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100

145

17

62

48

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.

149

187
61

170

Those lips that Love's own hand did make

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Those petty 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 endear'd 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 behold
Two loves have I of comfort and despair

Under the greenwood tree
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend.

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
Was this fair face the cause, quoth she.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Wedding is great Juno's crown

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy

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96
186

192
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123

86

177

132

121

176

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears.
What shall he have that kill'd the deer.
What's in the brain that ink may character
When daffodils begin to peer

When daisies pied and violets blue

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 defaced.
When icicles hang by the wall.

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 that I was and a little tiny boy
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought.
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid.
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will'
Whose is it that says most? which can say more.
Why is my verse so barren of new pride
Who is Silvia? what is She

Who will believe my verse in time to come
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Why, let the stricken deer go weep

You spotted snakes with double tongue
Your love and pity doth the impression fill

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