Poems by William Shakespeare

Poems by William Shakespeare

Sonnet Iv: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend , by William Shakespeare

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gi...

Sonnet Ix , by William Shakespeare

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life?
Ah! If thou iss...

Sonnet L , by William Shakespeare

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
S...

Sonnet Li , by William Shakespeare

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where ...

Sonnet Lii , by William Shakespeare

So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The whi...

Sonnet Liii , by William Shakespeare

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
S...

Sonnet Lix , by William Shakespeare

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Whic...

Sonnet Lv , by William Shakespeare

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you ...

Sonnet Lvi , by William Shakespeare

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which b...

Sonnet Lvii , by William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no...

Sonnet Lviii , by William Shakespeare

That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasu...

Sonnet Lxix , by William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each...

Sonnet Lxv , by William Shakespeare

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire...

Sonnet Lxvi , by William Shakespeare

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul and all my every part;
And for this s...

Sonnet Lxx , by William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The o...