«Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end». Sonnet […] Sonnet 60
«If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled». Sonnet […] Sonnet 59
«That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure». […] Sonnet 58
«Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire?». In […] Sonnet 57
«Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite». Much like […] Sonnet 56
«Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme». Sonnet 55, one of Shakespeare’s […] Sonnet 55
«O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!». The rose […] Sonnet 54
«What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend?». A more […] Sonnet 53
«So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure». The […] Sonnet 52
«Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed». The […] Sonnet 51
«How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel’s end». Nothing suggests […] Sonnet 50
«Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects». All […] Sonnet 49
«How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust». The youth […] Sonnet 48
«Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other». […] Sonnet 47
Shakespeare’s Sonnets are some of the most fascinating and influential poems written in English. First published in 1609, […] Sonnets 41-60
«The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide». This sonnet continues […] Sonnet 45
«If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way». Sonnet 44 […] Sonnet 44
«When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected». […] Sonnet 43
«Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart». In order to forgive […] Sonnet 41