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

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)

…I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
–Sonnet XCVI (96)

My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear:
That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming
The owner’s tongue doth publish every where.
–Sonnet CII (102)

Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee.
–Sonnet XXVI (26)