| Sonnet 1
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FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
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| Sonnet 2
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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
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| Sonnet 3
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Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
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| Sonnet 4
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Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
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| Sonnet 5
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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
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| Sonnet 6
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Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
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| Sonnet 7
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Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
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| Sonnet 8
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Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
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| Sonnet 9
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Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
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| Sonnet 10
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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
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| Sonnet 11
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As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
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| Sonnet 12
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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
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| Sonnet 13
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O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
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| Sonnet 14
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Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
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| Sonnet 15
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When I consider every thing that grows
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| Sonnet 16
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But wherefore do not you a mightier way
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| Sonnet 17
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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
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| Sonnet 18
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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| Sonnet 19
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
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| Sonnet 20
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A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
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| Sonnet 21
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So is it not with me as with that Muse
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| Sonnet 22
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
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| Sonnet 23
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As an unperfect actor on the stage
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| Sonnet 24
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Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
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| Sonnet 25
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Let those who are in favour with their stars
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| Sonnet 26
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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
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| Sonnet 27
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
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| Sonnet 28
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How can I then return in happy plight,
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| Sonnet 29
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
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| Sonnet 30
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
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| Sonnet 31
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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
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| Sonnet 32
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If thou survive my well-contented day,
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| Sonnet 33
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Full many a glorious morning have I seen
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| Sonnet 34
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
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| Sonnet 35
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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
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| Sonnet 36
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Let me confess that we two must be twain,
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| Sonnet 37
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As a decrepit father takes delight
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| Sonnet 38
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How can my Muse want subject to invent,
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| Sonnet 39
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O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
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| Sonnet 40
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Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
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| Sonnet 41
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Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
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| Sonnet 42
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That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
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| Sonnet 43
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
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| Sonnet 44
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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
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| Sonnet 45
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The other two, slight air and purging fire,
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| Sonnet 46
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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| Sonnet 47
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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
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| Sonnet 48
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How careful was I, when I took my way,
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| Sonnet 49
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Against that time, if ever that time come,
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| Sonnet 50
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
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| Sonnet 51
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Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
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| Sonnet 52
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So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
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| Sonnet 53
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What is your substance, whereof are you made,
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| Sonnet 54
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O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
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| Sonnet 55
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Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
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| Sonnet 56
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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
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| Sonnet 57
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
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| Sonnet 58
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That god forbid that made me first your slave,
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| Sonnet 59
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If there be nothing new, but that which is
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| Sonnet 60
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
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| Sonnet 61
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Is it thy will thy image should keep open
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| Sonnet 62
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Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
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| Sonnet 63
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Against my love shall be, as I am now,
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| Sonnet 64
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
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| Sonnet 65
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
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| Sonnet 66
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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
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| Sonnet 67
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Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
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| Sonnet 68
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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
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| Sonnet 69
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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
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| Sonnet 70
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That thou are blamed shall not be thy defect,
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| Sonnet 71
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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
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| Sonnet 72
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O, lest the world should task you to recite
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| Sonnet 73
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold
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| Sonnet 74
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But be contented: when that fell arrest
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| Sonnet 75
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So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
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| Sonnet 76
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Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
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| Sonnet 77
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Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
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| Sonnet 78
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So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
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| Sonnet 79
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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
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| Sonnet 80
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O, how I faint when I of you do write,
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| Sonnet 81
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Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
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| Sonnet 82
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I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
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| Sonnet 83
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I never saw that you did painting need
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| Sonnet 84
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Who is it that says most? which can say more
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| Sonnet 85
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
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| Sonnet 86
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
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| Sonnet 87
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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
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| Sonnet 88
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When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
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| Sonnet 89
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Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
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| Sonnet 90
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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
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| Sonnet 91
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Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
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| Sonnet 92
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But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
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| Sonnet 93
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
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| Sonnet 94
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They that have power to hurt and will do none,
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| Sonnet 95
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How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
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| Sonnet 96
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Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
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| Sonnet 97
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How like a winter hath my absence been
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| Sonnet 98
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From you have I been absent in the spring,
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| Sonnet 99
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The forward violet thus did I chide:
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| Sonnet 100
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Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
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| Sonnet 101
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O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
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| Sonnet 102
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My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
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| Sonnet 103
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Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
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| Sonnet 104
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
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| Sonnet 105
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Let not my love be called idolatry,
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| Sonnet 106
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When in the chronicle of wasted time
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| Sonnet 107
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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
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| Sonnet 108
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What's in the brain that ink may character
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| Sonnet 109
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O, never say that I was false of heart,
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| Sonnet 110
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Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
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| Sonnet 111
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O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
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| Sonnet 112
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Your love and pity doth the impression fill
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| Sonnet 113
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Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
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| Sonnet 114
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Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
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| Sonnet 115
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Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
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| Sonnet 116
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
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| Sonnet 117
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Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
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| Sonnet 118
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Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
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| Sonnet 119
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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
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| Sonnet 120
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That you were once unkind befriends me now,
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| Sonnet 121
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'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
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| Sonnet 122
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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
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| Sonnet 123
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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
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| Sonnet 124
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If my dear love were but the child of state,
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| Sonnet 125
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Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
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| Sonnet 126
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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
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| Sonnet 127
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In the old age black was not counted fair,
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| Sonnet 128
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How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
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| Sonnet 129
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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
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| Sonnet 130
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
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| Sonnet 131
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Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
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| Sonnet 132
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
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| Sonnet 133
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
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| Sonnet 134
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So, now I have confessed that he is thine,
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| Sonnet 135
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Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy “Will,”
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| Sonnet 136
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If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
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| Sonnet 137
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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
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| Sonnet 138
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When my love swears that she is made of truth
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| Sonnet 139
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O, call not me to justify the wrong
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| Sonnet 140
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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
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| Sonnet 141
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In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
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| Sonnet 142
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Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
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| Sonnet 143
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Lo! as a careful huswife runs to catch
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| Sonnet 144
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Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
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| Sonnet 145
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make
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| Sonnet 146
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Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
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| Sonnet 147
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My love is as a fever, longing still
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| Sonnet 148
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O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
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| Sonnet 149
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Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
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| Sonnet 150
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O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
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| Sonnet 151
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Love is too young to know what conscience is;
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| Sonnet 152
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In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
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| Sonnet 153
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Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
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| Sonnet 154
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The little love-god lying once asleep
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