Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian Lancashire

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The Sonnets (Modern)
- Work
- Poem
  1. Dedication
  2. 1 — 3
  3. 4 — 6
  4. 7 — 9
  5. 10 — 12
  6. 13 — 15
  7. 16 — 18
  8. 19 — 21
  9. 22 — 24
  10. 25 — 27
  11. 28 — 30
  12. 31 — 33
  13. 34 — 36
  14. 37 — 39
  15. 40 — 42
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  18. 49 — 51
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  20. 55 — 57
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  27. 76 — 78
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  34. 97 — 99
  35. 100 — 102
  36. 103 — 105
  37. 106 — 108
  38. 109 — 111
  39. 112 — 114
  40. 115 — 117
  41. 118 — 120
  42. 121 — 123
  43. 124 — 126
  44. 127 — 129
  45. 130 — 132
  46. 133 — 135
  47. 136 — 138
  48. 139 — 141
  49. 142 — 144
  50. 145 — 147
  51. 148 — 150
  52. 151 — 153
  53. 154
Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
- Work
- Poem
  1. Titlepage
  2. Dedication
  3. 1 — 3
  4. 4 — 6
  5. 7 — 9
  6. 10 — 12
  7. 13 — 15
  8. 16 — 18
  9. 19 — 21
  10. 22 — 24
  11. 25 — 27
  12. 28 — 30
  13. 31 — 33
  14. 34 — 36
  15. 37 — 39
  16. 40 — 42
  17. 43 — 45
  18. 46 — 48
  19. 49 — 51
  20. 52 — 54
  21. 55 — 57
  22. 58 — 60
  23. 61 — 63
  24. 64 — 66
  25. 67 — 69
  26. 70 — 72
  27. 73 — 75
  28. 76 — 78
  29. 79 — 81
  30. 82 — 84
  31. 85 — 87
  32. 88 — 90
  33. 91 — 93
  34. 94 — 96
  35. 97 — 99
  36. 100 — 102
  37. 103 — 105
  38. 106 — 108
  39. 109 — 111
  40. 112 — 114
  41. 115 — 117
  42. 118 — 120
  43. 121 — 123
  44. 124 — 126
  45. 127 — 129
  46. 130 — 132
  47. 133 — 135
  48. 136 — 138
  49. 139 — 141
  50. 142 — 144
  51. 145 — 147
  52. 148 — 150
  53. 151 — 153
  54. 154
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225I6
¶BVt wherefore do not you a mightier waie 
¶Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time? 
¶And fortifie your selfe in your decay 
¶With meanes more blessed then my barren rime? 
230Now stand you on the top of happie houres, 
¶And many maiden gardens yet vnset, 
¶With vertuous wish would beare your liuing flowers, 
¶Much liker then your painted counterfeit: 
¶So should the lines of life that life repaire 
235Which this (Times pensel or my pupill pen ) 
¶Neither in inward worth nor outward faire 
¶Can make you liue your selfe in eies of men, 
¶_To giue away your selfe,_keeps your selfe still, 
¶And you must liue drawne by your owne sweet skill, 

240I7
¶VVHo will beleeue my verse in time to come 
¶If it were fild with your most high deserts? 
¶Though yet heauen knowes it is but as a tombe 
¶Which hides your life , and shewes not halfe your parts: 
245If I could write the beauty of your eyes, 
¶And in fresh numbers number all your graces, 
¶The age to come would say this Poet lies, 
¶Such heauenly touches nere toucht earthly faces. 
¶So should my papers (yellowed with their age) 
250Be scorn'd,_like old men of lesse truth then tongue, 
¶And your true rights be termd a Poets rage, 
¶And stretched miter of an Antique song. 
¶_But were some childe of yours aliue that time, 
¶You should liue twise in it,_and in my rime. 

255I8.
¶SHall I compare thee to a Summers day? 
¶Thou art more louely and more temperate: 
¶Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie, 
¶And Sommers lease hath all too short a date: 
260Sometime too hot the eye of heauen shines, 
¶And often is his gold complexion dimm'd, 
¶And euery faire from faire some-time declines, 
¶By chance,_or natures changing course vntrim'd: 
¶But thy eternall Sommer shall not fade, 
265Nor loose possession of that faire thou ow'st, 
¶Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade, 
¶When in eternall lines to time thou grow'st, 
¶_So long as men can breath or eyes can see, 
¶So long liues this,_and this giues life to thee, 

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