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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  33. 94 — 96
  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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  11. 11
  12. 12
  13. 13
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31522
¶MY glasse shall not perswade me I am ould, 
¶So long as youth and thou are of one date, 
¶But when in thee times forrwes I behould, 
¶Then look I death my daies should expiate. 
320For all that beauty that doth couer thee, 
¶Is but the seemely rayment of my heart, 
¶Which in thy brest doth liue,_as thine in me, 
¶How can I then be elder then thou art? 
¶O therefore loue be of thy selfe so wary, 
325As I not for my selfe,_but for thee will, 
¶Bearing thy heart which I will keepe so chary 
¶As tender nurse her babe from faring ill, 
¶_Presume not on thy heart when mine is slaine, 
¶Thou gau'st me thine not to giue backe againe. 

33023
¶AS an vnperfect actor on the stage, 
¶Who with his feare is put besides his part, 
¶Or some fierce thing repleat with too much rage, 
¶Whose strengths abondance weakens his owne heart; 
335So I for feare of trust,_forget to say, 
¶The perfect ceremony of loues right, 
¶And in mine owne loues strength seeme to decay, 
¶Ore-charg'd with burthen of mine owne loues might: 
¶O let my books be then the eloquence, 
340And domb presagers of my speaking brest, 
¶Who pleade for loue,_and look for recompence, 
¶More then that tonge that more hath more exprest. 
¶_O learne to read what silent loue hath writ, 
¶To heare wit eies belongs to loues fine wiht. 

34524
¶MIne eye hath play'd the painter and hath steeld, 
¶Thy beauties forme in table of my heart, 
¶My body is the frame wherein ti's held, 
¶And perspectiue it is best Painters art. 
350For through the Painter must you see his skill, 
¶To finde where your true Image pictur'd lies, 
¶Which in my bosomes shop is hanging stil, 
¶That hath his windowes glazed with thine eyes: 
¶Now see what good-turnes eyes for eies haue done, 
355Mine eyes haue drawne thy shape,_and thine for me 
¶Are windowes to my brest, where-through the Sun 
¶Delights to peepe,_to gaze therein on thee 
¶_Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art 
¶They draw but what they see,_know not the hart. 

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