Aspire
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee.
–Sonnet XXVI (26)

Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee.
–Sonnet XXVI (26)

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive.
—Sonnet XIV (14)

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds…
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
–Sonnet CXVI (116)

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
–Sonnet LVII (57)

Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
–Sonnet XIX (19)

Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
-Sonnet XXV (25)

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
-Sonnet LVII (57)