Tag: Sonnets

  • November 1

    November 1

    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.

  • October 22

    October 22

    Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
    That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

  • October 11

    October 11

    Thy love is better than high birth to me,
    Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost.

  • October 2

    October 2

    This miracle have might,
    That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

  • September 24

    September 24

    But heaven in thy creation did decree
    That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell.

  • September 13

    September 13

    O’ let me, true in love, but truly write.

  • September 5

    September 5

    Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
    Still constant in a wondrous excellence;