Love Empowered
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.
–Sonnet CVII (107)

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.
–Sonnet CVII (107)

Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost.
—Sonnet XC (91)

What’s new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet… but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o’er the very same.
–Sonnet CVIII (108)

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
–Sonnet LXVII (57)

O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument.
––Sonnet LXXVI (76)

Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
–Sonnet XVIII (18)

Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
— –Sonnet XXXIV (35)