Your Love Exalts Me
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
-Sonnet XXIX (29)

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
-Sonnet XXIX (29)

It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
–Sonnet LXI (61)

And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine…
O, what a happy title do I find,
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
–Sonnet XCII (92)

For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
–Sonnet LXXVI (76)

With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast…
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me.
–Sonnet XLVII (47)

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.
—Sonnet CXVI (116)

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
–Sonnet LXXXVIII (88)