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
  16. 43 — 45
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  18. 49 — 51
  19. 52 — 54
  20. 55 — 57
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  22. 61 — 63
  23. 64 — 66
  24. 67 — 69
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  26. 73 — 75
  27. 76 — 78
  28. 79 — 81
  29. 82 — 84
  30. 85 — 87
  31. 88 — 90
  32. 91 — 93
  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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36025
¶LEt those who are in fauor with their stars, 
¶Of publike honour and proud titles bost, 
¶Whilst I whome fortune of such tryumph bars 
¶Vnlookt for ioy in that I honour most; 
365Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues spread, 
¶But as the Marygold at the suns eye, 
¶And in them-selues their pride lies buried, 
¶For at a frowne they in their glory die. 
¶The painefull warrier famosed for worth, 
370After a thousand victories once foild, 
¶Is from the booke of honour rased quite, 
¶And all the rest forgot for which he toild: 
¶_Then happy I that loue and am beloued 
¶Where I may not remoue,_nor be remoued. 

37526
¶LOrd of my loue,_to whome in vassalage 
¶Thy merrit hath my dutie strongly knit; 
¶To thee I send this written ambassage 
¶To witnesse duty, not to shew my wit. 
380Duty so great,_which wit so poore as mine 
¶May make seeme bare,_in wanting words to shew it; 
¶But that I hope some good conceipt of thine 
¶In thy soules thought(all naked) will bestow it:
¶Til whatsoeuer star that guides my mouing, 
385Points on me gratiously with faire aspect, 
¶And puts apparrell on my tottered louing, 
¶To show me worthy of their sweet respect, 
¶_Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee, 
¶Til then,_not show my head where thou maist proue me 

39027
¶WEary with toyle,_I hast me to my bed , 
¶The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired, 
¶But then begins a iourny in my head 
¶To worke my mind,_when boddies work's expired. 
395For then my thoughts(from far where I abide) 
¶Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee;
¶And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide, 
¶Looking on darknes which the blind doe see. 
¶Saue that my soules imaginary sight 
400Presents their shaddoe to my sightles view, 
¶Which like a iewell(hunge in gastly night) 
¶Makes blacke night beautious,_and her old face new. 
¶_Loe thus by day my lims,_by night my mind, 
¶For thee,_and for my selfe,_noe quiet finde. 

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