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«The little Love-god lying once asleep Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand».   Sonnet 154 tells a similar […]

«Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: A maid of Dian’s this advantage found».   The last two […]

«In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing».   The […]

«Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?».   […]

«O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway?».   Using a more […]

«Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake?».   Sonnet 149 […]

«O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight!».   In […]

«My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease».   The final sonnets […]

«Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [Thrall to] these rebel powers that thee array».   The poet […]

«Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’».   As the […]

«Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still».   Sonnet 144 […]

«Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather’d creatures broke away».   The image of […]

«Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful lovinge».   Delving […]

«In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note».   […]

«Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain».   Sinking quickly […]

«O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart».  Regressing to his […]

«When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she […]

«Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they […]

«If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was […]

«Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’ And ‘Will’ to boot, and ‘Will’ in overplus».  The punning […]

«So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will».  The […]

«Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and […]

«Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain».  Sonnet 132 […]