Şiir, Sadece

  Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a...

  When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-raze...

  Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn; When hours have drain'd his blood...

  Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded in...

  Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadow...

  Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, ...

  If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss T...

  That God forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hou...

  Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services...

  Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morro...

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these conten...

O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem ...

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one sha...

So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For ...

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence...

How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say 'T...

Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Cal...

How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of fal...

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon...

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngl...