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十四行詩 Sonnet 131
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;For well thou know'st to my dear doting heartThou art the fairest and most precious jewel.Yet, in good faith, some
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十四行詩 Sonnet 128
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,Upon that blessed wood whose motion soundsWith thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'stThe wiry concord that mine ear confounds,Do I envy those jacks tha
十四行詩 Sonnet 124
If my dear love were but the child of state,It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.No, it was buil
十四行詩 Sonnet 126
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerDost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stThy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;If Nature, sovereign
十四行詩 Sonnet 122
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull character'd with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date, even to eternity;Or at the least, so long as brain and heartHave f
十四行詩 Sonnet 121
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,When not to be receives reproach of being,And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'dNot by our feeling but by others' seeing:For why should others false ad
十四行詩 Sonnet 117
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted allWherein I should your great deserts repay,Forgot upon your dearest love to call,Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;That I have frequent been with unknown min
十四行詩 Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempest
十四行詩 Sonnet 120
That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow which I then did feelNeeds must I under my transgression bow,Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel.For if you were by my unkindne
十四行詩 Sonnet 115
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Even those that said I could not love you dearer:Yet then my judgment knew no reason whyMy most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.But reckoning time,
十四行詩 Sonnet 113
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but effectually is out;For it no form delivers to the heartOf bir
十四行詩 Sonnet 119
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,Still losing when I saw myself to win!What wretched errors hath my heart
十四行詩 Sonnet 114
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,And that your love taught it this alchemy,To make of monsters a
十四行詩 Sonnet 112
Your love and pity doth the impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?You are my all the world, and I mu
十四行詩 Sonnet 118
Like as, to make our appetites more keen,With eager compounds we our palate urge,As, to prevent our maladies unseen,We sicken to shun sickness when we purge,Even so, being tuff of your ne'er-cloying s
十四行詩 Sonnet 111
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public manners breeds.Thence comes it that my name receiv
十四行詩 Sonnet 110
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and thereAnd made myself a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offences of affections new;Most true it is that I have loo
十四行詩 Sonnet 109
O, never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.As easy might I from myself departAs from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:That is my home of love: if I have rang
十四行詩 Sonnet 107
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.The mortal moon hath her eclipse
十四行詩 Sonnet 108
What's in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what new to register,That may express my love or thy dear merit?Nothing, sweet boy; but yet
十四行詩 Sonnet 106
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best
十四行詩 Sonnet 104
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three winters coldHave from the forests shook three summers' pride,Three beauteous spr
十四行詩 Sonnet 105
Let not my love be call'd idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,Still constant i
十四行詩 Sonnet 103
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her pride,The argument all bare is of more worthThan when it hath my added praise beside!O, blame me not, if I no more can wri
十四行詩 Sonnet 100
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?Return, f
十四行詩 Sonnet 99
The forward violet thus did I chide:Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love's breath? The purple prideWhich on thy soft cheek for complexion dwellsIn my love's v
十四行詩 Sonnet 102
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear:That love is merchandized whose rich esteemingThe owner's tongue doth publish every where.Our love was
