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
  22. 61 — 63
  23. 64 — 66
  24. 67 — 69
  25. 70 — 72
  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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  10. 10
  11. 11
  12. 12
  13. 13
  14. 14
  15. 15
  16. 16
  17. 17
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  66. 66
  67. 67
  68. 68
  69. 69

94564
¶VVHen I haue seene by times fell hand defaced 
¶The rich proud cost of outworne buried age, 
¶When sometime loftie towers I see downe rased, 
¶And brasse eternall slaue to mortall rage. 
950When I haue seene the hungry Ocean gaine 
¶Aduantage on the Kingdome of the shoare, 
¶And the firme soile win of the watry maine, 
¶Increasing store with losse,_and losse with store. 
¶When I haue seene such interchange of state, 
955Or state it selfe confounded, to decay, 
¶Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate 
¶That Time will come and take my loue away. 
¶_This thought is as a death which cannot choose 
¶But weepe to haue,_that which it feares to loose. 

96065
¶SInce brasse,_nor stone,_nor earth,_nor boundlesse sea, 
¶But sad mortallity ore-swaies their power, 
¶How with this rage shall beautie hold a plea, 
¶Whose action is no stronger then a flower?
965O how shall summers hunny breath hold out, 
¶Against the wrackfull siedge of battring dayes, 
¶When rocks impregnable are not so stoute , 
¶Nor gates of steele so strong but time decayes? 
¶O fearefull meditation, where alack, 
970Shall times best Iewell from times chest lie hid? 
¶Or what strong hand can hold his swift foote back, 
¶Or who his spoile or beautie can forbid? 
¶_O none,_vnlesse this miracle haue might, 
¶That in black inck my loue may still shine bright. 

97566
¶TYr'd with all these for restfull death I cry, 
¶As to behold desert a begger borne, 
¶And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie, 
¶And purest faith vnhappily forsworne, 
980And gilded honor shamefully misplast, 
¶And maiden vertue rudely strumpeted, 
¶And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, 
¶And strength by limping sway disabled , 
¶And arte made tung-tide by authoritie, 
985And Folly (Doctor-like) controuling skill, 
¶And simple-Truth miscalde Simplicitie, 
¶And captiue-good attending Captaine ill. 
¶_Tyr'd with all these,_from these would I be gone, 
¶Saue that to dye,_I leaue my loue alone. 

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