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Index of First Lines: Shakespeare's Sonnets

 

Sonnet

A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted

20

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all

117

Against my love shall be, as I am now

63

Against that time, if ever that time come

49

Ah, wherefore with infection should he live

67

Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth

103

Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there

110

As a decrepit father takes delight

37

As an unperfect actor on the stage

23

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st

11

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

140

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

57

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan

133

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

47

But be contented when that fell arrest

74

But do thy worst to steal thyself away

92

But wherefore do not you a mightier way

16

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not

149

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

153

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws

19

Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing

87

For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any

10

From fairest creatures we desire increase

1

From you have I been absent in the spring

98

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

33

How can I then return in happy plight

28

How can my muse want subject to invent

38

How careful was I, when I took my way

48

How heavy do I journey on the way

50

How like a winter hath my absence been

97

How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st

128

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

95

I grant thou wert not married to my muse

82

I never saw that you did painting need

83

If my dear love were but the child of state

124

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

44

If there be nothing new, but that which is

59

If thou survive my well-contented day

32

If thy soul check thee that I come so near

136

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes

141

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn

152

In the old age, black was not counted fair

127

Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye

9

Is it thy will thy image should keep open

61

Let me confess that we two must be twain

36

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

116

Let not my love be called idolatry

105

Let those who are in favor with their stars

25

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

60

Like as to make our appetites more keen

118

Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch

143

Lo, in the orient when the gracious light

7

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

3

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

26

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

142

Love is too young to know what conscience is

151

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

46

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled

24

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly

8

My glass shall not persuade me I am old

22

My love is as a fever, longing still

147

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming

102

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun

130

My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still

85

No longer mourn for me when I am dead

71

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done

35

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change

123

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

14

Not marble nor the gilded monuments

55

Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul

107

O, call not me to justify the wrong

139

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide

111

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might

150

O, how I faint when I of you do write

80

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

54

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing

39

O, lest the world should task you to recite

72

O me, what eyes hath love put in my head

148

O, never say that I was false of heart

109

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are

13

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

126

O truant muse, what shall be thy amends

101

Or I shall live your epitaph to make

81

Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you

114

Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth

146

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault

89

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

18

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

62

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

65

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind

113

So am I as the rich whose blessèd key

52

So are you to my thoughts as food to life

75

So is it not with me as with that muse

21

So, now I have confessed that he is thine

134

So oft have I invoked thee for my muse

78

So shall I live, supposing thou art true

93

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

91

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness

96

Sweet love, renew thy force. Be it not said

56

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

40

That god forbid, that made me first your slave

58

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect

70

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief

42

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

73

That you were once unkind befriends me now

120

Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame

129

The forward violet thus did I chide

99

The little love-god, lying once asleep

154

The other two, slight air and purging fire

45

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now

90

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface

6

They that have power to hurt and will do none

94

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me

132

Those hours that with gentle work did frame

5

Those lines that I before have writ do lie

115

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make

145

Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view

69

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

41

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art

131

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

137

Thus can my love excuse the slow offense

51

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn

68

Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts

31

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

122

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

77

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

66

’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

121

To me, fair friend, you never can be old

104

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair

144

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

4

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse

86

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

27

Were ’t aught to me I bore the canopy

125

What is your substance, whereof are you made

53

What potions have I drunk of siren tears

119

What’s in the brain that ink may character

108

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

2

When I consider everything that grows

15

When I do count the clock that tells the time

12

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced

64

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

29

When in the chronicle of wasted time

106

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see

43

When my love swears that she is made of truth

138

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light

88

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

30

Where art thou, muse, that thou forget’st so long

100

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid

79

Who is it that says most, which can say more

84

Who will believe my verse in time to come

17

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will

135

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

34

Why is my verse so barren of new pride

76

Your love and pity doth th’ impression fill

112