Ink
This miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
–Sonnet LXV (65)

This miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
–Sonnet LXV (65)

But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell.
–Sonnet XCIII (93)

Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
– Sonnet CV (105)

So that eternal love in love’s fresh case
Weighs not the dust and injury of age.
–Sonnet CVIII (108)

And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
–Sonnet XV (15)

As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love…
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
–Sonnet CIX (109)