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I: From fairest creatures......

II: When forty winters......

III: Look in thy......

IV: Unthrifty loveliness, why......

V: Those hours, that......

VI: Then let not......

VII: Lo! in the......

VIII: Music to hear......

IX: Is it for......

X: For shame! deny......

XI: As fast as......

XII: When I do......

XIII: O! that you......

XIV: Not from the......

XV: When I consider......

XVI: But wherefore do......

XVII: Who will believe......

XVIII: Shall I compare......

XIX: Devouring Time, blunt......

XX: A woman’......

XXI: So is it......

XXII: My glass shall......

XXIII: As an unperfect......

XXIV: Mine eye hath......

XXV: Let those who......

XXVI: Lord of my......

XXVII: Weary with toil......

XXVIII: How can I......

XXIX: When in disgrace......

XXX: When to the......

XXXI: Thy bosom is......

XXXII: If thou survive......

XXXIII: Full many a......

XXXIV: Why didst thou......

XXXV: No more be......

XXXVI: Let me confess......

XXXVII: As a decrepit......

XXXVIII: How can my......

XXXIX: O! how thy......

XL: Take all my......

XLI: Those pretty wrongs......

XLII: That thou hast......

XLIII: When most I......

XLIV: If the dull......

XLV: The other two......

XLVI: Mine eye and......

XLVII: Betwixt mine eye......

XLVIII: How careful was......

XLIX: Against that time......

L: How heavy do......

LI: Thus can my......

LII: So am I......

LIII: What is your......

LIV: O! how much......

LV: Not marble, nor......

LVI: Sweet love, renew......

LVII: Being your slave......

LVIII: That god forbid......

LIX: If there be......

LX: Like as the......

LXI: Is it thy......

LXII: Sin of self......

LXIII: Against my love......

LXIV: When I have......

LXV: Since brass, nor......

LXVI: Tired with all......

LXVII: Ah! wherefore with......

LXVIII: Thus is his......

LXIX: Those parts of......

LXX: That thou art......

LXXI: No longer mourn......

LXXII: O! lest the......

LXXIII: That time of......

LXXIV: But be contented......

LXXV: So are you......

LXXVI: Why is my......

LXXVII: Thy glass will......

LXXVIII: So oft have......

LXXIX: Whilst I alone......

LXXX: O! how I......

LXXXI: Or I shall......

LXXXII: I grant thou......

LXXXIII: I never saw......

LXXXIV: Who is it......

LXXXV: My tongue-tied......

LXXXVI: Was it the......

LXXXVII: Farewell! thou art......

LXXXVIII: When thou shalt......

LXXXIX: Say that thou......

XC: Then hate me......

XCI: Some glory in......

XCII: But do thy......

XCIII: So shall I......

XCIV: They that have......

XCV: How sweet and......

XCVI: Some say thy......

XCVII: How like a......

XCVIII: From you have......

XCIX: The forward violet......

C: Where art thou......

CI: O truant Muse......

CII: My love is......

CIII: Alack! what poverty......

CIV: To me, fair......

CV: Let not my......

CVI: When in the......

CVII: Not mine own......

CVIII: What’s......

CIX: O! never say......

CX: Alas! ’tis......

CXI: O! for my......

CXII: Your love and......

CXIII: Since I left......

CXIV: Or whether doth......

CXV: Those lines that......

CXVI: Let me not......

CXVII: Accuse me thus......

CXVIII: Like as, to......

CXIX: What potions have......

CXX: That you were......

CXXI: ’Tis better......

CXXII: Thy gift, thy......

CXXIII: No, Time, thou......

CXXIV: If my dear......

CXXV: Were’t......

CXXVI: O thou, my......

CXXVII: In the old......

CXXVIII: How oft when......

CXXIX: The expense of......

CXXX: My mistress’......

CXXXI: Thou art as......

CXXXII: Thine eyes I......

CXXXIII: Beshrew that heart......

CXXXIV: So, now I......

CXXXV: Whoever hath her......

CXXXVI: If thy soul......

CXXXVII: Thou blind fool......

CXXXVIII: When my love......

CXXXIX: O! call not......

CXL: Be wise as......

CXLI: In faith I......

CXLII: Love is my......

CXLIII: Lo, as a......

CXLIV: Two loves I......

CXLV: Those lips that......

CXLVI: Poor soul, the......

CXLVII: My love is......

CXLVIII: O me! what......

CXLIX: Canst thou, O......

CL: O! from what......

CLI: Love is too......

CLII: In loving thee......

CLIII: Cupid laid by......

CLIV: The little Love......

The Sonnets of William Shakespeare (Wisehouse Classics Edition)

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