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