Sonnet 116 | Let me not to the marriage of true minds By William Shakespeare Original Text Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That … Read more
Sonnet 54 | O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By William Shakespeare Original Text of the Sonnet O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The … Read more
Sonnet 40 : Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all By William Shakespeare Original Text of the Sonnet 40 Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call— All mine was … Read more
Sonnet 27 | Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed By William Shakespeare Original Text Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my … Read more
Sonnet 53 | What is your substance, whereof are you made By William Shakespeare Original Text of the Sonnet What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, … Read more
Sonnet 42 | That thou hast her it is not all my grief, By William Shakespeare Original Text of Sonnet That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that … Read more
Sonnet 34 | Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day? By William Shakespeare Original Text of the Sonnet Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? ‘Tis not … Read more
Sonnet 18 | Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare Original Text Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the … Read more
Sonnet 130 | My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun By William Shakespeare Original Text My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. … Read more
Sonnet 104 | To me my friend you can never be old By William Shakespeare Original Text of the Sonnet To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers’ … Read more