Quotes : Sonnets
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
...never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.
...thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child.
...thou art all the better part of me