Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power , by William Shakespeare
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;
Who has...
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;
Who has...
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessè d wood whose motion soun...
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured...
O, that you were your self! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
Ag...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow b...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For we...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have p...
So, now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'll...
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than ...
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
And wi...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
...
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That sh...
O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart
Wound me not with thi...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
Lest sorr...
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis...