«That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel». The […] Sonnet 120
«What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within». Arguing that his […] Sonnet 119
«Like as, to make our appetites more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge». The poet now […] Sonnet 118
«Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay». The poet abruptly […] Sonnet 117
«Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love». Despite the confessional […] Sonnet 116
«Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you […] Sonnet 115
«Or whether doth my mind, being crown’d with you, Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?». Continuing the […] Sonnet 114
«Your love and pity doth the impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamp’d upon my brow». The first two […] Sonnet 112
«O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds». Sonnet 111 […] Sonnet 111
«Alas, ‘tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view». The […] Sonnet 110
«O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify». Sonnet 109 […] Sonnet 109
«What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?». Admitting […] Sonnet 108
«Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come». Whereas […] Sonnet 107
«When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights». Sonnet 106 is addressed […] Sonnet 106
«Let not my love be call’d idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show». As if it weren’t […] Sonnet 105
«Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride». The poet […] Sonnet 103
«My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear». […] Sonnet 102
Shakespeare’s Sonnets are some of the most fascinating and influential poems written in English. First published in 1609, […] Sonnets 101-120
«O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?». Continuing his […] Sonnet 101