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    • The Halfway Point Summary
    • The Rival Poet
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  • THE SONNETS
    • Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
    • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
    • Sonnet 3: Look in Thy Glass and Tell the Face Thou Viewest
    • Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
    • Sonnet 5: Those Hours That With Gentle Work Did Frame
    • Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
    • Sonnet 7: Lo! In the Orient When the Gracious Light
    • Sonnet 8: Music to Hear, Why Hearst Thou Music Sadly?
    • Sonnet 9: Is it for Fear to Wet a Widow's Eye
    • Sonnet 10: For Shame Deny That Thou Bearst Love to Any
    • Sonnet 11: As Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Growst
    • Sonnet 12: When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time
    • Sonnet 13: O That You Were Yourself, But Love, You Are
    • Sonnet 14: Not From the Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck
    • Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows
    • Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You a Mightier Way
    • Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse in Time to Come
    • Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
    • Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou the Lion's Paws
    • Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face, With Nature's Own Hand Painted
    • Sonnet 21: So Is it Not With Me as With That Muse
    • Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old
    • Sonnet 23: As an Unperfect Actor on the Stage
    • Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled
    • Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars
    • Sonnet 26: Lord of My Love to Whom in Vassalage
    • Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me to My Bed
    • Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return in Happy Plight
    • Sonnet 29: When in Disgrace With Fortune and Men's Eyes
    • Sonnet 30: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
    • Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is Endeared With All Hearts
    • Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day
    • Sonnet 33: Full Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen
    • Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such a Beauteous Day
    • Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved at That Which Thou Hast Done
    • Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain
    • Sonnet 37: As a Decrepit Father Takes Delight
    • Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject to Invent
    • Sonnet 39: O How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing
    • Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea Take Them All
    • Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits
    • Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, it Is Not All My Grief
    • Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See
    • Sonnet 44: If the Dull Substance of My Flesh Were Thought
    • Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire
    • Sonnet 46: Mine Eye and Heart Are at a Mortal War
    • Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye and Heart a League Is Took
    • Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I When I Took My Way
    • Sonnet 49: Against That Time, if Ever That Time Come
    • Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey on the Way
    • Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse the Slow Offence
    • Sonnet 52: So Am I as the Rich, Whose Blessed Key
    • Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made
    • Sonnet 54: O How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem
    • Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor the Gilded Monuments
    • Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be it Not Said
    • Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
    • Sonnet 58: That God Forbid That Made Me First Your Slave
    • Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
    • Sonnet 60: Like as the Waves Make Towards the Pebbled Shore
    • Sonnet 61: Is it Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
    • Sonnet 62: Sin of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye
    • Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be as I Am Now
    • Sonnet 64: When I have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defaced
    • Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
    • Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, for Restful Death I Cry
    • Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
    • Sonnet 68: Thus Is His Cheek the Map of Days Outworn
    • Sonnet 69: Those Parts of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View
    • Sonnet 70: That Thou Are Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
    • Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead
    • Sonnet 72: O Lest the World Should Task You to Recite
    • Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
    • Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
    • Sonnet 75: So Are You to My Thoughts as Food to Life
    • Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse so Barren of New Pride
    • Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
    • Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee for My Muse
    • Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
    • Sonnet 80: O How I Faint When I of You Do Write
    • Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph to Make
    • Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married to My Muse
    • Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
    • Sonnet 84: Who Is it That Says Most, Which Can Say More
    • Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse in Manners Holds Her Still
    • Sonnet 86: Was it the Proud Full Sail of His Great Verse
    • Sonnet 87: Farewell, Thou Art Too Dear for My Posessing
    • Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed to Set Me Light
    • Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me for Some Fault
    • Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, if Ever, Now
    • Sonnet 91: Some Glory in Their Birth, Some in Their Skill
    • Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst to Steal Thyself Away
    • Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True
    • Sonnet 94: They That Have Power to Hurt and Will Do None
    • Sonnet 95: How Sweet and Lovely Dost Thou Make the Shame
    • Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
    • Sonnet 97: How Like a Winter Hath my Absence Been
    • Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent in the Spring
    • Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide
    • Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forgetst so Long
    • Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends
    • Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened Though More Weak in Seeming
    • Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth
    • Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
    • Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry
    • Sonnet 106: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
    • Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears Nor the Prophetic Soul
    • Sonnet 108: What's in the Brain That Ink May Character
    • Sonnet 109: O Never Say That I Was False of Heart
    • Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here and There
    • Sonnet 111: O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
    • Sonnet 112: Your Love and Pity Doth Th'Impression Fill
    • Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is in My Mind
    • Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You
    • Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
    • Sonnet 116: Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds
    • Sonnet 117: Accuse Me Thus, That I Have Scanted All
    • Sonnet 118: Like as to Make Our Appetites More Keen
    • Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk of Siren Tears
    • Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
    • Sonnet 121: Tis Better to Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed
    • Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain
    • Sonnet 123: No! Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change
    • Sonnet 124: If My Dear Love Were But the Child of State
    • Sonnet 125: Were't Ought to Me I Bore the Canopy
    • Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who in Thy Power
    • Sonnet 127: In the Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair
    • Sonnet 128: How Oft When Thou, My Music, Music Playst
    • Sonnet 129: Th'Expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame
    • Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun
    • Sonnet 131: Thou Art as Tyrannous, so as Thou Art
    • Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I love, and They, as Pitying Me
    • Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart to Groan
    • Sonnet 134: So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine
    • Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will
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Sonnet 61: Is it Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou sendst from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O no, thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat
To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
       For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
       From me far off, with others all too near.
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Is it thy will thy image should keep open
​My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Is it your intention that your image should keep me from sleep, tired though I am?

It is tempting to interpret the 'image' in question as a vision of the young man in Shakespeare's imagination, but that appears to be dealt with in the next couple of lines, whereas this opener, which does after all speak of eyes being kept open, quite plausibly refers to an actual image, such as a miniature portrait of the young man that may be in the poet's possession.

How we read the line mostly depends on how literally we want to take what is being said. If the image is a physical picture, then the writer's eyes are physically 'kept open', because he can't sleep and has to keep looking at it; if the image is a figment of his imagination, then his eyes are 'kept open' metaphorically in as much as he can't get to sleep, because the moment he actually opens his yes, the vision would, of course, disappear.

That the poet is tired is established by the eyelids being heavy on the one hand and by the night being weary on the other: Will's weariness is transferred to the night which is experienced as tired and needful of rest.

These opening lines of Sonnet 61 provide a direct reference to Sonnet 27:

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired


and much as then we are told in this sonnet too that William Shakespeare and his lover are apart, although unlike Sonnets 27 & 28, or Sonnets 50 & 51, this poem would appear to suggest that it is in fact the young man who has gone away, as we are about to see...
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?

Do you wish that my sleep is interrupted while visions of you appear to me and mock my sight because you are not, obviously, here.

This now clearly refers to images of the young man that appear in Shakespeare's imagination as apparitions or indeed dreams that then wake him up. We have seen the use of 'shadows' to mean exactly the same thing before, again in Sonnet 27:

Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,


And then again in Sonnet 43:

Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so?
Is it thy spirit that thou sendst from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry
Are you sending me your spirit – which here may be understood visually as the image in Shakespeare's imagination, the apparition, or more generally as the young man's keen and curious thoughts – from whereever you are, so far from home, to pry into what I am doing...

This is the first indication we get that it is the young man on this occasion who is absent 'from home', though this is not wholly conclusive, it is entirely possible that Shakespeare relates the phrase 'so far from home' to himself.

ORIGINAL PRONUNCIATION:
Note that in OP 
pry rhymes with jealousy ​below in an 'oy' sound similar to our 'coy'.
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
...to find out whether I am up to shameful or illicit or reprehensible behaviour, whiling away my time with being idle, for which here read getting up to no good. The expression for Shakespeare is almost certainly inspired by the proverbial notion that idle hands are the devil's workshop or the devil finds work for idle hands and so here very decidedly 'shame' and 'idle hours' go hand in hand.
​​The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
And this, my conduct, or, to be more precise, your concern and worry about my conduct is the 'scope and tenure' of your jealousy. 

'Scope' is easier to understand here than 'tenure', as it simply refers to the domain or extent to which your jealousy, as it is in this case, reaches.

'Tenure' by many editors gets emended to 'tenor' which then makes it "the general meaning, sense, or content of something" (Oxford Languages), which makes a degree of sense, especially if we read it as 'the content' and therefore cause of your jealousy.

But 'tenure' could also be applied, for instance in the sense of a "period during which an office is held" (Oxford) which would then give it a temporal sense to complement the spatial sense of 'scope'; and Shakespeare also uses 'tenure', spelt 'tenour' to mean a contract or legally binding agreement, in which case it would convey the sense that the young man is entirely entitled to his jealousy, and this is a particularly attractive reading of the word here, since we know that Shakespeare a) reverts to legalese every so often to make a complex argument, and b) ascribes to the young man an elevated status that comes with clearly defined privileges, as well as many rather less clearly defined ones.

​For this reason I have elected to leave 'tenure' here as it is in the Quarto Edition.

ORIGINAL PRONUNCIATION:
Note that in OP 
jealousy rhymes with pry above, in an 'oy' sound similar to our 'coy'.

O no, thy love, though much, is not so great:
Oh no: that is not what it is because your love, although there is much of it, or although it has much going for it, is not actually as great as all that; certainly, not, as is implied here, so great as to make you jealous to the extent that you care about what I am up to when I am away from you or you – as seems more likely the case going by the closing couplet – away from me.

ORIGINAL PRONUNCIATION:
Note that in OP 
great rhymes with defeat ​below in a flat 'eh' sound similar to our 'fete'
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
​Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat

It is my own love for you that keeps me awake and defeats my rest, meaning prevents me from getting any sleep...

ORIGINAL PRONUNCIATION:
Note that in OP 
defeat rhymes with great ​above in a flat 'eh' sound similar to our 'fete'.
To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
...while I play the watchman because of you.

A watchman was a common feature of an Elizabethan town or city, to patrol and guard the place at night against robbers, thieves or other unruly or indeed unlawful behaviour, and editors point to the proverb "one good friend watches for another," ​which Shakespeare is likely to have been familiar with.

Having to play the watchman for the young lover's sake carries its own ambiguity – a feature we have noted on several occasions before in relation to the young man – as it could be read on the one hand to mean, I have to watch out for you, to protect your safety, or, on the other hand, which seems a great deal more plausible in this instance, since you are out and about I have to watch out and keep an eye on you to make sure you are not up to any wrongdoing, thus placing the young man not in the role of the lover who needs to be protected, but of the person of whom others, including Shakespeare himself, have to be wary, in this case of course not so much because he is likely to attack or rob them, but because he seems to be intent on conducting relationships with them that Shakespeare disapproves of and that make him, Shakespeare, jealous.
       For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere
​       From me far off, with others all too near.
It is for you that I watch out, while you are awake elsewhere, far away from me, with other people all too near around you.

And in these others being 'all too near' the young man is very strongly implied that he is conducting romantic or sexual affairs with them, because virtually nothing else could in any way be considered to be Shakespeare's business, and even the fact that he expresses himself so clearly here marks a noteworthy change in tone from previous sonnets...

With Sonnet 61, William Shakespeare returns to the theme treated in Sonnets 27 & 28 of an enforced separation from his lover that robs him of his sleep, but here brings into the equation the young man's hoped for but absent jealousy, to end on a notion that in fact betrays Shakespeare's own jealousy of the company the young man is keeping while away from him, something that we saw foreshadowed strongly in Sonnet 48. The sonnet thus echos several of the concerns that have preoccupied our poet from the pair 27 & 28 onwards, right through to Sonnet 51, including the triangular constellation that starts with Sonnet 33 and seems to be resolved, at least for the time-being, with Sonnet 42. This justifiably poses the question whether Sonnet 61 may not indeed have been composed around the same time and be part of the same period of separation, which would support the thesis that at this point the collection falls out of sequence, as is the contention of many scholars.

Always and forever bearing in mind that we can say nothing about these sonnets with any certainty and that virtually everything about them is conjecture, except the words, this is a particularly apt point in the proceedings to focus on what the words themselves tell us and simply add any insights we may gain from them to our 'depository', so to speak, of evidence, long before attempting to reach any kind of conclusion.

What the words unequivocally and really beyond any doubt convey to us is that:

- The poet is experiencing sleepless nights because he is seeing, either in a physical picture that he keeps with him or in his mind, or very possibly both, the image of his lover. Here we have to concede that, as Edmondson and Wells among others would be quick to point out, we don't know who this lover is, nor do we even know from these words alone that it is a man. But nothing so far has given us good reason to suppose that Shakespeare has suddenly switched his clearly very profound affections to someone else and irrespective of whether the sonnet sits in the sequence where it was originally published, or whether it belongs much earlier in the series, there is no evidence that points to this person being anyone other than the young man of whom we know Shakespeare is deeply enamoured.

- The poet and his lover are away from each other, with either the lover or the poet being "so far from home." The Quarto Edition prints these lines without any punctuation that could clarify who is away from home:

Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So farre from home into my deeds to prye,


and the majority of editors appear to retain this practice, even though it is tempting to structure the sentence:

Is it thy spirit that thou sendst from thee,
So far from home, into my deeds to pry,


which would then let the addressee be the person who is away 'from home', but this now would be pure conjecture, which is what we want to refrain from at this point.

- The poet wonders whether his lover is jealous and in any way possessive of him and the tone of voice with which he realises that that isn't the case is unambiguously disappointed:

O no, thy love, though much, is not so great.
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat


This contrasting between the young man's love, which is 'much' but not as great as to stretch to this level of concern for his poet and the poet's love which 'true' is striking and telling and genuinely revealing as it is in keeping, entirely, with the profile we have so far been forming of the young man. It is good and valid grist to the mill that grinds the flour from which in time we may bake our bread, that is the loaf of evidence we seek to nourish our hunger for a plausible identity of the lover.

- The poet watches out for the young man while he, the young man does "wake elsewhere | From me far off, with others all too near."

And this 'all too near' is something we can confidently take both literally and metaphorically. We don't know who these others are, but we know for certain that as far as our poet is concerned, they are 'all too near' his lover. This can only mean that the lover is conducting relations with them that to William Shakespeare are upsetting, inappropriate, altogether too intimate for his liking. Which again tallies absolutely with what we have learnt about the young man's behaviour in Sonnets 33, 34, 35, 40, 41, 42, 48, and indeed 57 & 58. 

This latter pair, 57 & 58, which in the collection comes only a couple of sonnets before this one, is particularly interesting in view of Shakespeare's use of the word 'tenure' here, which we've already briefly discussed earlier:

The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?

Because time and again, but most pointedly so far in Sonnets 57 & 58, do we get a sense that the addressee of these sonnets has some sort of title or even 'possession' over the poet.

Whether this is purely an emotional form of imbalance or one that is reflected in the two men's social status, or one that is in any way formalised in the relationship between them continues to be subject to speculation, but many times now we have come to conclude that Shakespeare must be talking to and about someone who is socially his superior.

If – and this is a big question that neither this sonnet nor any of the ones we have seen so far can answer – there is to the relationship also a component of patronage, then this sense acquires a genuine factuality. Colin Burrow in the Oxford Shakespeare edition of the Sonnets defines 'tenure' as "property that falls within the jurisdiction of a governor," without, unusually, giving the source, which may therefore mean that this is his own wording, but the Oxford English Dictionary does offer as its meaning numbered 3b, "(Title to) authority over or control of a person or thing," and if we permit the sense of 'property' to flow into our reading of the sonnet here then this shifts the dial towards a frequency on which we receive strong signals of a lord and patron who not only possesses our poet's heart in a poetic fashion but who actually has a degree of 'jurisdiction' or at the very least some sort of say over the poet. And when we look – as we will be doing ere long – more closely again at the possible potential candidates for said young man, then this nugget of 'information' will come to have additional bearing.

One thing we can say for certain from reading and hearing this sonnet alone is that whomever it is that William Shakespeare is writing and talking to, they are not only nowhere near him geographically at this moment, but also, and this is of much greater concern to him, nowhere near as committed to and concerned about him and therefore as truly and truthfully in love with him as he is to, about, and with them. And that, seeing it isn't exactly news to us by now, is then perhaps not so much a revelation as a fairly solid confirmation of what we have gleaned about Shakespeare's young lover before.

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  • Home
  • About
  • OVERVIEW
    • Introduction
    • The Procreation Sonnets
    • Special Guest: Professor Stephen Regan – The Sonnet as a Poetic Form
    • Special Guests: Sir Stanley Wells and Paul Edmondson – The Order of the Sonnets
    • The Halfway Point Summary
    • The Rival Poet
    • Special Guest: Professor Gabriel Egan – Computational Approaches to the Study of Shakespeare
    • Special Guest: Professor Abigail Rokison-Woodall – Speaking Shakespeare
    • Special Guest: Professor David Crystal – Original Pronunciation
    • The Fair Youth
  • THE SONNETS
    • Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
    • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
    • Sonnet 3: Look in Thy Glass and Tell the Face Thou Viewest
    • Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
    • Sonnet 5: Those Hours That With Gentle Work Did Frame
    • Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
    • Sonnet 7: Lo! In the Orient When the Gracious Light
    • Sonnet 8: Music to Hear, Why Hearst Thou Music Sadly?
    • Sonnet 9: Is it for Fear to Wet a Widow's Eye
    • Sonnet 10: For Shame Deny That Thou Bearst Love to Any
    • Sonnet 11: As Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Growst
    • Sonnet 12: When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time
    • Sonnet 13: O That You Were Yourself, But Love, You Are
    • Sonnet 14: Not From the Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck
    • Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows
    • Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You a Mightier Way
    • Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse in Time to Come
    • Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
    • Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou the Lion's Paws
    • Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face, With Nature's Own Hand Painted
    • Sonnet 21: So Is it Not With Me as With That Muse
    • Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old
    • Sonnet 23: As an Unperfect Actor on the Stage
    • Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled
    • Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars
    • Sonnet 26: Lord of My Love to Whom in Vassalage
    • Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me to My Bed
    • Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return in Happy Plight
    • Sonnet 29: When in Disgrace With Fortune and Men's Eyes
    • Sonnet 30: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
    • Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is Endeared With All Hearts
    • Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day
    • Sonnet 33: Full Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen
    • Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such a Beauteous Day
    • Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved at That Which Thou Hast Done
    • Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain
    • Sonnet 37: As a Decrepit Father Takes Delight
    • Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject to Invent
    • Sonnet 39: O How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing
    • Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea Take Them All
    • Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits
    • Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, it Is Not All My Grief
    • Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See
    • Sonnet 44: If the Dull Substance of My Flesh Were Thought
    • Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire
    • Sonnet 46: Mine Eye and Heart Are at a Mortal War
    • Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye and Heart a League Is Took
    • Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I When I Took My Way
    • Sonnet 49: Against That Time, if Ever That Time Come
    • Sonnet 50: How Heavy Do I Journey on the Way
    • Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse the Slow Offence
    • Sonnet 52: So Am I as the Rich, Whose Blessed Key
    • Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made
    • Sonnet 54: O How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem
    • Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor the Gilded Monuments
    • Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be it Not Said
    • Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
    • Sonnet 58: That God Forbid That Made Me First Your Slave
    • Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
    • Sonnet 60: Like as the Waves Make Towards the Pebbled Shore
    • Sonnet 61: Is it Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
    • Sonnet 62: Sin of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye
    • Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be as I Am Now
    • Sonnet 64: When I have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defaced
    • Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
    • Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, for Restful Death I Cry
    • Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
    • Sonnet 68: Thus Is His Cheek the Map of Days Outworn
    • Sonnet 69: Those Parts of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View
    • Sonnet 70: That Thou Are Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
    • Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead
    • Sonnet 72: O Lest the World Should Task You to Recite
    • Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
    • Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
    • Sonnet 75: So Are You to My Thoughts as Food to Life
    • Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse so Barren of New Pride
    • Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
    • Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee for My Muse
    • Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
    • Sonnet 80: O How I Faint When I of You Do Write
    • Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph to Make
    • Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married to My Muse
    • Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
    • Sonnet 84: Who Is it That Says Most, Which Can Say More
    • Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse in Manners Holds Her Still
    • Sonnet 86: Was it the Proud Full Sail of His Great Verse
    • Sonnet 87: Farewell, Thou Art Too Dear for My Posessing
    • Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed to Set Me Light
    • Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me for Some Fault
    • Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, if Ever, Now
    • Sonnet 91: Some Glory in Their Birth, Some in Their Skill
    • Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst to Steal Thyself Away
    • Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True
    • Sonnet 94: They That Have Power to Hurt and Will Do None
    • Sonnet 95: How Sweet and Lovely Dost Thou Make the Shame
    • Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
    • Sonnet 97: How Like a Winter Hath my Absence Been
    • Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent in the Spring
    • Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide
    • Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forgetst so Long
    • Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends
    • Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened Though More Weak in Seeming
    • Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth
    • Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
    • Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry
    • Sonnet 106: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
    • Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears Nor the Prophetic Soul
    • Sonnet 108: What's in the Brain That Ink May Character
    • Sonnet 109: O Never Say That I Was False of Heart
    • Sonnet 110: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here and There
    • Sonnet 111: O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
    • Sonnet 112: Your Love and Pity Doth Th'Impression Fill
    • Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is in My Mind
    • Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You
    • Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
    • Sonnet 116: Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds
    • Sonnet 117: Accuse Me Thus, That I Have Scanted All
    • Sonnet 118: Like as to Make Our Appetites More Keen
    • Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk of Siren Tears
    • Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
    • Sonnet 121: Tis Better to Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed
    • Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain
    • Sonnet 123: No! Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change
    • Sonnet 124: If My Dear Love Were But the Child of State
    • Sonnet 125: Were't Ought to Me I Bore the Canopy
    • Sonnet 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who in Thy Power
    • Sonnet 127: In the Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair
    • Sonnet 128: How Oft When Thou, My Music, Music Playst
    • Sonnet 129: Th'Expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame
    • Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun
    • Sonnet 131: Thou Art as Tyrannous, so as Thou Art
    • Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I love, and They, as Pitying Me
    • Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart to Groan
    • Sonnet 134: So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine
    • Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will
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