That time of year thou may'st in me behold,<br /> When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang<br /> Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-<br...
Ruin has taught me to ruminate,<br /> That Time will come and take my love away.<br /> This thought is as a death, which cannot choose<br /> But weep to have...
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,<br /> And broils root out the work of masonry,<br /> Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn<br /> The...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;<br /> Coral is far more red than her lips' red...<br /> I love to hear her speak, yet well I know<br /> That...
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br /> Within his bending sickle's compass come;<br /> Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds<br /> Admit impediments: love is not love<br /> Which alters when it alteration finds.
My reason, the physician to my love, angry that his prescriptions are not kept, hath left me.
I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,<br /> Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
[*] And ruin'd love when it is built anew,<br /> Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;<br /> I love not less, though less the show appear:<br /> That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming<br...
Sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;<br /> Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:<br /> Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote<br /> The unreasonable fury of a beast:<br /> Unseemly woman...
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the...
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!
If love be blind, it best agrees with night.
I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, like damned guilty deeds to a sinners mind.