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

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)

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)