Tag: Sonnets

  • December 8

    December 8

    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.

  • November 30

    November 30

    Thy love is better than high birth to me,
    Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost.

  • November 21

    November 21

    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.

  • October 11

    October 11

    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

  • October 5

    October 5

    O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
    And you and love are still my argument.

  • September 21

    September 21

    Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

  • September 3

    September 3

    Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
    And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.