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  • 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
    • Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come so Near
    • Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool Love, What Dost Thou to Mine Eyes
    • Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made of Truth
    • Sonnet 139: O Call Not Me to Justify the Wrong
    • Sonnet 140: Be Wise as Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press
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Sonnet 87: Farewell, Thou Art Too Dear for My Possessing

Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou knowst thy estimate;
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches, where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking,
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again on better judgement making.
       Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
       In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
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Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,
​And like enough thou knowst thy estimate;
Goodbye, you are too precious, indeed too costly, for me to possess you, and very likely you know your own worth...

'Farewell' is of course in its implications much stronger than a mere 'goodbye': it suggests a conclusive departure forever or for a very long time. Today it is – not least perhaps because of its finality – no longer much in use, and even in Shakespeare's day it is not what you say to someone when you expect to see them the following week, it is what you say to someone who is leaving for good, at least for the foreseeable future.

And 'dear' is suitably complex and layered for such a highly charged moment. It means 'loved' and 'appreciated', as in 'my dear friend', but here in tandem with 'possessing' it immediately establishes the strong transactional, financial, and legal connotations that run through the entire sonnet, which in turn are obviously at the same time also metaphorical. 'Too dear' thus becomes 'too expensive' in the sense also of too emotionally unaffordable, and therefore both priced and prized too highly for me to be able to maintain and entertain you as my friend and lover any longer.
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing,
​My bonds in thee are all determinate.

The document that confirms your legal entitlements and ownership of land and other property is formulated in such terms that it releases you from any commitment or obligation to me: any kind of contract or agreement between us that would give me any right or title in you is terminated and therefore null and void.

A 'charter' in this context specifically can be a royally sanctioned certification, as in a 'royal charter', that lends the young lover his status and his privileges, and the choice of this word here strongly points – as we have long sensed – towards this young man being highly and well connected, it supports the contention that he is a young nobleman.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
​And for that riches, where is my deserving?

Because how do I have you and how am I able to hold on to you and keep you other than with your own permission and by your own gift, and yet how do I deserve such great riches?

There is a basic truth contained in the first of these two lines which is simply that in what we today would call a consensual relationship, nobody can 'have' or 'hold' the other person if they don't want to be in that relationship, but the second line then re-emphasises the stark contrast in status, where Shakespeare questions – possibly, when looked at objectively, with some reason – how he could even expect to be the recipient of such munificence as the young man through his wealth and status represents.
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting:
And so my patent back again is swerving. 
I lack any grounds or reasons for you to bestow such a great gift as yourself on me, and because of this, the 'patent' which entitled me to 'own' you now returns to you, the person who gave it to me in the first place.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking,
You gave yourself to me being unaware of your own worth at the time, or else overestimating my worth when you did so...

This, in the line of argumentation pursued here, would make sense: if the young man thought at the time that Shakespeare was, if not in social status then in other ways his equal or at least of commensurate 'worth', then even being aware of his own status he might have chosen to 'give himself' to Will nonetheless. But Shakespeare now says that this assessment of their compatibility in 'worth' was wrong.

And a minor but interesting detail: the Quarto Edition spells 'thy self' as two words, which is here retained. Most editors modernise this to one word, 'thyself', but this diminishes somewhat the gesture: saying to someone 'I gave myself to you', is strong but also quite commonplace; saying instead 'I gave my self to you' underlines the idea that I gave my whole being to you. Whether or not this is here intentional or simply an accident of typesetting we can't know, but I, as always, would err on the side of caution and allow for the possibility that it is pointed and deliberate, and what supports this possibility here in particular is the fact that Shakespeare does an unusual thing in the second half of this line. We would expect normally him to say: 'thy self thou gavest, thine own worth then not knowing,' but he doesn't, he says 'thy own', putting a second emphasis on the distinction between 'thy' and the word that follows.
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again on better judgement making.

...and so your great gift, which came to me by mistake and there grew even further in value and worth – because you grew older and even more precious – now that you understand your own worth better and therefore are able to make a better judgment about it, comes back home to you: you are no longer mine, you have returned to yourself and to your own possession, so to speak.
       Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
​       In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

And so I have owned and possessed you just in the way a dream flatters the dreamer: while I am asleep and in my dreams I can be a king, but once I wake up, I am no such thing.

This closing couplet is noteworthy for its double-edged meaning. The obvious and maybe primary conclusion is of course as just rendered: in my dreams I can be a king even though I am no such thing in reality, as I am made acutely aware the moment I wake up to be confronted with my everyday circumstance.

But the line can also be read as in my illusional dreams you are a king, but once I wake up from this dream, this fantasy, I realise you to are no such matter, you are this very demanding, quite unfaithful and petulant and selfish young man that I have grown to love so much almost in spite of myself.

And as on previous occasions – we noted it particularly in Sonnet 52 – the turn of phrase "Thus have I had thee" may well have some sexual connotations. Here they are not further supported and so this may not really apply on this occasion. On the other hand, we are talking about a lover saying to the man he loves, this seems to be the end, so it would make sense absolutely for this dimension, if it ever existed, to also be referenced.

With its complete change in tone, Sonnet 87 ushers in a new and decidedly different phase in the relationship between William Shakespeare and his young lover. The sonnet draws on the vocabulary of law, ownership, and finance and in these largely factual terms Shakespeare appears to concede that the young man is simply out of his league: it is the most dejected and most resigned we have heard our poet in relation to the young man, and it marks the beginning of a long end to their extraordinary and extraordinarily complex connection.

Formally, the first immediately noteworthy detail about Sonnet 87 is that it is composed almost entirely of weak or 'feminine' rhymes resulting in lines with eleven rather than ten syllables. The only exception to this is the rhyme in lines two and four of the first quatrain: And like enough thou knowst thy estimate || My bonds in thee are all determinate."

As is the case so very often, we do not know whether Shakespeare does this deliberately to convey any particular message or meaning, but the only sonnet in the collection that uses exclusively feminine rhymes is Sonnet 20 which is in its entirety about the fact that the young man has all the good qualities of a woman, whilst being mercifully unencumbered by such bad ones as a woman may have. This certainly sounds like a coincidence too far: Shakespeare would have been cognisant of these two principal rhyme endings and their metaphorical associations with gender. And so that being the case, the assumption most likely has to be that here too he uses this softer, weaker rhyme scheme to draw our attention to itself.

The second formal aspect that is of great interest is the terminology: 'too dear', 'possessing', 'estimate', 'charter', 'worth', 'releasing', 'bonds', 'determinate' – we could be forgiven for thinking we're reading a lease agreement for a country estate including its furnishings and fittings, and that's just in the first quatrain. The second quatrain continues in a similar vein with 'patent' and 'worth' but rather augments these with 'riches' and 'fair gift', which suggest a dimension beyond that of an economic transaction at last, a sense that is then retained through the third quatrain, which reiterates the notion of the young man as a 'great gift' that he, the young man himself, has in the past offered to our poet.

If throughout the course of our 'reciting, revealing, and reliving' of William Shakespeare's Sonnets we received an idea that there is more to the relationship between these two men than meets the eye at several levels, both in the personal, intimate, physical domain, and also in the public, performative, economic domain, then Sonnet 87 does nothing to dispel this notion. It does the opposite. It weaves into itself those two domains and these various layers and makes it clear to anyone who is prepared to listen that this love is not just about passion, it is also about power, and it is about possession. And within this constellation, it isn't always entirely clear who's owning whom.

In terms of status, economic potency, and proximity to power there can be little doubt that it is the young aristocrat – and that he is an aristocrat of that we need no longer really be uncertain either – who has the upper hand. But we are called upon to remind ourselves with this sonnet that Shakespeare, submissive though he may show himself, and dejected though he may be, posits and positions himself as someone who has at least for some time and in some way 'had', 'held', even 'possessed' the young man. How much we want to read into this is perhaps today largely down to us, and I on this occasion more than on previous ones would counsel caution. It does this sonnet not strike me as one that draws on Shakespeare's saucy or suggestive register, at all. It sounds, if anything, remarkably sober, maybe actively, deliberately so. It is not playful and not witty. Not especially showy and not memorably melodious. It is, if anything, downcast and, a we ventured earlier, resigned. 

And so the poem does pose the question, indirectly, but for this no less profoundly: what was it, really, that drew the young man to Shakespeare? Shakespeare is obviously being harsh on himself when he says that in him 'the cause of this fair gift' that is the young man is entirely wanting; and clearly we, from our perspective today, can think of a plethora of qualities and reasons that may have attracted the young man to Shakespeare. But how did the young man see himself at the time? How did he see Shakespeare? And how did this change over the course of the relationship? That it did change, we know for certain, and we also have been collective witness to some of the specific upheavals that occurred at various junctures, but with Sonnet 87 we may well wonder: what was it that made things exciting, thrilling at the beginning for the young man, and why has it gone stale? 

An obvious answer, and one that offers itself from the ordering of the sonnets in the original Quarto Edition is of course that the arrival on the scene of the Rival Poet has driven a wedge between the young man and Shakespeare and that Shakespeare here now, after everything that has happened and been expressed in the Rival Poet sequence, effectively surrenders.

As we also saw though, some people – including my guests on this podcast, Paul Edmondson and Sir Stanley Wells – challenge the order of the sonnets in the original edition, even though they actually assume that the order was given the sonnets by Shakespeare himself, and they place the Rival Poet group of poems after this one. What we also heard though, from our most recent guest, Professor Gabriel Egan, is that Macdonald P Jackson, whom Edmondson Wells base their reordered edition on, makes a strong case only for the Sonnets numbered 104-126 to have been composed quite a bit later than had generally been assumed, while being much less certain about all the others. Always bearing in mind, of course, that we simply cannot be certain about anything, really, when it come to these sonnets.

I, as part of this episode on Sonnet 87, am not in a position to refute or endorse the findings of Macdonald P Jackson, but I shall endeavour to examine them in much more detail before we get to the end of the series. For the moment, suffice it for us to be aware that the order of the sonnets as we have it in the Quarto Edition has been questioned with varying degrees of assertiveness and similarly uneven evidential weight, and that therefore we cannot say the Rival Poet definitely has a role to play in the proceedings as they now ensue any more than we can say he definitely does not.

What we can say is that William Shakespeare's Sonnets were published in a numbered sequence – the fact alone that they are numbered turns them into a sequence by default – and that Sonnet 87 is the first sonnet to follow the Rival Poet group of poems, and it is this the point in the collection where William Shakespeare says to his young lover: all this has been like a dream to me, and in this dream I was a man who because of you would, just as I put it in my glorious Sonnet 29, "scorn to change my state with kings." But now, with this poem, I say 'farewell' to you. Because the reality is that I am not a king. And you are not a prince. I am a poet and you – whatever you truly are – you are out of my reach: I can keep you only if you want to be with me, and that – for whatever reason – is clearly no longer the case.

This, on its own, might be the end.

But of course it isn't. The finality and resignation of Sonnet 87 gets churned over and upended as soon as Sonnet 88, and with Sonnet 88 Shakespeare stages an inspired fightback for the love of his young man and indeed for the young man's character, so as not to say for the young man's soul...

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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
    • Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come so Near
    • Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool Love, What Dost Thou to Mine Eyes
    • Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made of Truth
    • Sonnet 139: O Call Not Me to Justify the Wrong
    • Sonnet 140: Be Wise as Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press
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