Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she…
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on…
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red:If snow be white, why…
Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreath'd forth the sound that said I hateTo me that languish'd for her…
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of…
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of…
Orpheus with his lute made trees,And the mountain tops that freeze,Bow themselves, when he did sing:To his music plants and…
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,And forth…
FULL fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that…
COME unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--The wild waves whist,--Foot it featly here and…