Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear , by William Shakespeare
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,...
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And fo...
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
S...
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And...
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill...
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; ...
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
An...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My ton...
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate...
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is l...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As th...
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Th...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my...
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hat...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,...
O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowi...
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
...
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
...
For shame! Deny that thou bear'st love to any, ...
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill...
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; ...
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growe...
O, that you were yourself! But, love, you ar...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
A...