english sonnet
51Sonnet 44 — Sonnet|44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of space I would be brought, From limits far remote, where thou dost stay. No matter then although my foot did stand Upon the… …
52Sonnet 45 — Sonnet|45 The other two, slight air, and purging fire Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of… …
53Sonnet 46 — Sonnet|46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture s sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie, A closet never …
54Sonnet 48 — Sonnet|48 How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Most worthy comfort, now my… …
55Sonnet 49 — Sonnet|49 Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Called to that audit by advis d respects; Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, And scarcely… …
56Sonnet 52 — Sonnet|52 So am I as the rich, whose blessed key, Can bring him to his sweet up locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom… …
57Sonnet 56 — Sonnet|56 Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to day by feeding is allayed, To morrow sharpened in his former might: So, love, be thou, although to day thou fill Thy hungry eyes, even… …
58Sonnet 57 — Sonnet|57 Being your slave what should I do but tend Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world without end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign,… …
59Sonnet 59 — Sonnet|59 If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil d, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second burthen of a former child. Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred… …
60Sonnet 61 — sonnet|61 Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send st from thee So far from home… …
