Tag: Sonnets

  • 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.

  • June 30

    June 30

    So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
    Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground.

  • June 21

    June 21

    Now with the drops of this most balmy time
    My love looks fresh.

  • June 8

    June 8

    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.

  • June 1

    June 1

    So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
    Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground.