My Love Looks Fresh
Now with the drops of this most balmy time
My love looks fresh.
–Sonnet CVII (107)

Now with the drops of this most balmy time
My love looks fresh.
–Sonnet CVII (107)

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
–Sonnet CXXX (130)

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

For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
–Sonnet CXXXI (131)

And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts…
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
–Sonnet XXXI (31)

Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
–Sonnet XCVIII (98)