Tag: Sonnets

  • September 5

    September 5

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

  • August 31

    August 31

    So that eternal love in love’s fresh case
    Weighs not the dust and injury of age.

  • August 17

    August 17

    And all in war with Time for love of you,
    As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

  • August 10

    August 10

    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.

  • July 31

    July 31

    Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all.
    What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?

  • July 20

    July 20

    You are my all the world, and I must strive
    To know my shames and praises from your tongue.

  • July 13

    July 13

    And that your love taught it this alchemy,
    To make of monsters and things indigest
    Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
    Creating every bad a perfect best.