Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the…
That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which…
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'dThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age;When sometime lofty towers I…
What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since everyone hath, everyone, one shade,And…
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends…
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and thereAnd made myself a motley to the view,Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold…
How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too…
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a…
When I consider everything that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the…
Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the…