english sonnet
81Sonnet 84 — Sonnet|84 Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise, that you alone are you, In whose confine immured is the store Which should example where your equal grew? Lean penury within that pen doth dwell That to his subject… …
82Sonnet 85 — Sonnet|85 My tongue tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compiled, Reserve thy character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses filed. I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,… …
83Sonnet 87 — Sonnet|87 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that… …
84Sonnet 95 — Sonnet|95 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 story of thy days, Making… …
85Sonnet 96 — Sonnet|96 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are lov d of more and less: Thou mak st faults graces that to thee resort. As on the finger of a throned queen The basest… …
86Sonnet 101 — Sonnet|101 O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, and therein dignified. Make answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say, Truth needs no colour, with… …
87Sonnet 102 — Sonnet|102 My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming, The owner s tongue doth publish every where. Our love was new, and then but in the… …
88Sonnet 103 — Sonnet|103 Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside! O! blame me not, if I no more can write! Look in your glass, and… …
89Sonnet 104 — Sonnet|104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey d, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn d,… …
90Sonnet 105 — Sonnet|105 Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to day, to morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;… …
