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

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)

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all.
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
–Sonnet XL (40)

You are my all the world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue.
–Sonnet CXII (112)

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.
–Sonnet CXIV (114)

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground.
–Sonnet LXXV (75)