Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function, and is …
Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th’ Impression Fill is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th’ Impression Fill Your love and pity doth th’ impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o’ergreen …
Sonnet 111: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 111: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public …
Sonnet 110: Alas, ‘Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 110: Alas, ‘Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most …
Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I from my self depart As from …
Sonnet 108: What’s In The Brain That Ink May Character is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 108: What’s In The Brain That Ink May Character What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What’s new to speak, what now to register, That may express …
Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos’d as …
Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in …
Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever …
Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old is a poem composed by William Shakespeare Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey’d, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters …
