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 20  A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted  
 117  Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all  
 63  Against my love shall be, as I am now,  
 49  Against that time, if ever that time come,  
 67  Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,  
 103  Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,  
 110  Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there  
 37  As a decrepit father takes delight  
 23  As an unperfect actor on the stage  
 11  As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest  
 140  Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press  
 57  Being your slave, what should I do but tend  
 133  Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan  
 47  Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,  
 74  But be contented: when that fell arrest  
 92  But do thy worst to steal thyself away,  
 16  But wherefore do not you a mightier way  
 149  Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,  
 153  Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:  
 19  Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,  
 87  Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,  
 10  For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,  
 1  From fairest creatures we desire increase,  
 98  From you have I been absent in the spring,  
 33  Full many a glorious morning have I seen  
 28  How can I then return in happy plight,  
 38  How can my Muse want subject to invent,  
 48  How careful was I, when I took my way,  
 50  How heavy do I journey on the way,  
 97  How like a winter hath my absence been  
 128  How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,  
 95  How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame  
 82  I grant thou wert not married to my Muse  
 83  I never saw that you did painting need  
 124  If my dear love were but the child of state,  
 44  If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,  
 59  If there be nothing new, but that which is  
 32  If thou survive my well-contented day,  
 136  If thy soul check thee that I come so near,  
 141  In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,  
 152  In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,  
 127  In the old days black was not counted fair  
 9  Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye  
 61  Is it thy will thy image should keep open  
 36  Let me confess that we two must be twain,  
 116  Let me not to the marriage of true minds  
 105  Let not my love be call'd idolatry,  
 25  Let those who are in favour with their stars  
 60  Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,  
 118 Like as to make our appetites more keen  
 143  Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch  
 7  Lo! in the orient when the gracious light  
 3  Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest  
 26  Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage  
 142  Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,  
 151  Love is too young to know what conscience is;  
 46  Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war  
 24  Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd  
 8  Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?  
 22  My glass shall not persuade me I am old,  
 147  My love is as a fever, longing still  
 102  My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;  
 130  My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;  
 85  My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,  
 71  No longer mourn for me when I am dead  
 35  No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:  
 123  No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:  
 14  Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;  
 55  Not marble, nor the gilded monuments  
 107  Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul  
 148  O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,  
 126  O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power  
 101  O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends  
 139  O, call not me to justify the wrong  
 111  O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,  
 150  O, from what power hast thou this powerful might  
 80  O, how I faint when I of you do write,  
 54  O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem  
 39  O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,  
 72  O, lest the world should task you to recite  
 109  O, never say that I was false of heart,  
 13  O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are  
 81  Or I shall live your epitaph to make,  
 114  Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,  
 146  Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,  
 89  Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,  
 18  Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?  
 62  Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye  
 65  Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,  
 113  Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;  
 52  So am I as the rich, whose blessed key  
 75  So are you to my thoughts as food to life,  
 21  So is it not with me as with that Muse  
 78  So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse  
 93  So shall I live, supposing thou art true,  
 134  So,now I have confessed that he is thine,  
 91  Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,  
 96  Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;  
 56  Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said  
 40  Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;  
 58  That god forbid that made me first your slave,  
 70  That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,  
 42  That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,  
 73  That time of year thou mayst in me behold  
 120  That you were once unkind befriends me now,  
 129  The expense of spirit in a waste of shame  
 99  The forward violet thus did I chide:  
 154  The little Love-god lying once asleep  
 45  The other two, slight air and purging fire,  
 90  Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;  
 6  Then let not winter's ragged hand deface  
 94  They that have power to hurt and will do none,  
 132  Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,  
 5  Those hours, that with gentle work did frame  
 115  Those lines that I before have writ do lie,  
 145  Those lips that Love's own hand did make  
 69  Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view  
 41  Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,  
 131  Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,  
 137  Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,  
 51  Thus can my love excuse the slow offence  
 68  Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,  
 31  Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,  
 122  Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain  
 77  Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,  
 66  Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,  
 121  'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,  
 104  To me, fair friend, you never can be old,  
 144  Two loves I have of comfort and despair,  
 4  Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend  
 86  Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,  
 27  Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,  
 125  Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,  
 53  What is your substance, whereof are you made,  
 119  What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,  
 108  What's in the brain that ink may character  
 2  When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,  
 15  When I consider every thing that grows  
 12  When I do count the clock that tells the time,  
 64  When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced  
 106  When in the chronicle of wasted time  
 43  When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,  
 138  When my love swears that she is made of truth  
 88  When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,  
 30  When to the sessions of sweet silent thought  
 29  When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,  
 100  Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long  
 79  Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,  
 84  Who is it that says most? which can say more  
 17  Who will believe my verse in time to come,  
 135  Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'  
 34  Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,  
 76  Why is my verse so barren of new pride,  
 112  Your love and pity doth the impression fill  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home Sonnets 1 - 50 Sonnets 51 - 100 Sonnets 101 - 154 A Lover's Complaint. Sonnet no. 1
First line index Title page and Thorpe's Dedication Some Introductory Notes to the Sonnets Sonnets as plain text 1-154 Text facsimiles Other related texts of the period
Picture Gallery
Thomas Wyatt Poems Other Authors General notes  for background details, general policies etc. Map of the site Valentine Poems
London Bridge   as it was in Shakespeare's day, circa 1600. Views of London   as it was in 1616. Views of  Cheapside  London, from a print of 1639. The Carrier's  Cosmography.   A guide to all the Carriers in London.  As given by John Taylor in 1637. Oxquarry Books Ltd
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