Compliment Supreme
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise.
–Sonnet LXXXII (82)

Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise.
–Sonnet LXXXII (82)

I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
–Sonnet CXXX (130)

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
–Sonnet 29

Proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
–Sonnet XCVIII (98)

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
–Sonnet LIV (54)

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.
–Sonnet XXX (30)

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head…
–Sonnet XVIII (18)