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
  17. 46 — 48
  18. 49 — 51
  19. 52 — 54
  20. 55 — 57
  21. 58 — 60
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  24. 67 — 69
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  27. 76 — 78
  28. 79 — 81
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  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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  11. 11
  12. 12
  13. 13
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9006I
¶IS it thy wil,_thy Image should keepe open 
¶My heauy eielids to the weary night? 
¶Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, 
¶While shadowes like to thee do mocke my sight? 
905Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee 
¶So farre from home into my deeds to prye, 
¶To find out shames and idle houres in me, 
¶The skope and tenure of thy Ielousie?
¶O no,_thy loue though much,_is not so great, 
910It is my loue that keepes mine eie awake, 
¶Mine owne true loue that doth my rest defeat, 
¶To plaie the watch-man euer for thy sake. 
¶_For thee watch I,_whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, 
¶From me farre of , with others all to neere. 

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¶SInne of selfe-loue possesseth al mine eie, 
¶And all my soule,_and al my euery part; 
¶And for this sinne there is no remedie, 
¶It is so grounded inward in my heart. 
920Me thinkes no face so gratious is as mine, 
¶No shape so true,_no truth of such account, 
¶And for my selfe mine owne worth do define, 
¶As I all other in all worths surmount. 
¶But when my glasse shewes me my selfe indeed 
925Beated and chopt with tand antiquitie, 
¶Mine owne selfe loue quite contrary I read 
¶Selfe,_so selfe louing were iniquity, 
¶_T'is thee(my selfe)that for my selfe I praise, 
¶Painting my age with beauty of thy daies, 

93063
¶AGainst my loue shall be as I am now 
¶With times iniurious hand chrusht and ore-worne, 
¶When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his brow 
¶With lines and wrincles,_when his youthfull morne 
935Hath trauaild on to Ages steepie night, 
¶And all those beauties whereof now he's King 
¶Are vanishing,_or vanisht out of sight, 
¶Stealing away the treasure of his Spring. 
¶For such a time do I now fortifie 
940Against confounding Ages cruell knife, 
¶That he shall neuer cut from memory 
¶My sweet loues beauty,_though my louers life. 
¶_His beautie shall in these blacke lines be seene, 
¶And they shall liue , and he in them still greene. 

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