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Adonis bear beauty better blood breath cheeks Comp dead dear death desire dost doth Duke earth Enter eyes face fair false father fault fear fire foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven hold honour hour Julia kind kiss lady Launce leave light lines lips live look lord Love's lover Lucrece Madam master mean mind mistress nature never night perhaps play poem poet poor praise present probably Proteus prove Quarto quoth referred Scene seems Shakespeare shame sight Silvia Sonnets sorrow speak Speed stand strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought tongue true truth turn Valentine Venus weep worth youth
Էջ 291 - ... Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost , having so short a lease , Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms , inheritors of this excess , Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed , without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there 's no more dying then. CXLVII....
Էջ 265 - Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with" base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Էջ 276 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Էջ 233 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Էջ 198 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Էջ 283 - Past reason hated as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad. Mad in pursuit and in possession so, Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme, A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe, Before a joy proposed behind a dream. All this the world well knows yet none knows well, To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, Coral is far more red, than her lips...
Էջ 254 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Էջ 231 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Էջ 263 - Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come. So shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee will not seem so. XCI Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their...
Էջ 228 - And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets ; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime : O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen ; Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.