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

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)

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast…
…Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
— Sonnet XXV (25)

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest…
— Sonnet III (3)

Who is it that says most? Which can say more
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
–Sonnet LXXXIV (84)

Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament.
–Sonnet I (1)