The Sonnets

William Shakespeare

• Publisher: Open Road Media
• Year: 2020
• ISBN:
  9781504063005
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: European Poetry
• Index: Literature

A collection of the Bard's beautiful, and often surprising, poetry.

I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And tender churl mak’st waste in niggarding:

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter’d weed of small worth held:

Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;

To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,

If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

III

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

Now is the time that face should form another;

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb

Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,

Of his self-love to stop posterity?

Thou art thy mother’s glass and she in thee

Calls back the lovely April of her prime;

So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,

Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

But if thou live, remember’d not to be,

Die single and thine image dies with thee.

IV

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?

Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,

And being frank she lends to those are free:

Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse

The bounteous largess given thee to give?

Profitless usurer, why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?

For having traffic with thy self alone,

Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:

Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,

What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,

Which, used, lives th’ executor to be.

V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,

Will play the tyrants to the very same

And that unfair which fairly doth excel;

For never-resting time leads summer on

To hideous winter, and confounds him there;

Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,

Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:

Then were not summer’s distillation left,

A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,

Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:

But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,

Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

VI

Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d:

Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place

With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-kill’d.

That use is not forbidden usury,

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

That’s for thy self to breed another thee,

Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;

Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,

If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee:

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,

Leaving thee living in posterity?

Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair

To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.

VII

Lo! in the orient when the gracious light

Lifts up his burning head, each under eye

Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,

Serving with looks his sacred majesty;

And having climb’d the steep-up heavenly hill,

Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,

Attending on his golden pilgrimage:

But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,

Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,

The eyes, ‘fore duteous, now converted are

From his low tract, and look another way:

So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:

Unlook’d, on diest unless thou get a son.

VIII

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:

Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,

Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,

By unions married, do offend thine ear,

They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.

Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

Resembling sire and child and happy mother,

Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:

Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,

Sings this to thee: ‘Thou single wilt prove none.’

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title
• Publisher’s Note
• Chapter I
• Chapter II
• Chapter III
• Chapter IV
• Chapter V
• Chapter VI
• Chapter VII
• Chapter VIII
• Chapter IX
• Chapter X
• Chapter XI
• Chapter XII
• Chapter XIII
• Chapter XIV
• Chapter XV
• Chapter XVI
• Chapter XVII
• Chapter XVIII
• Chapter XIX
• Chapter XX
• Chapter XXI
• Chapter XXII
• Chapter XXIII
• Chapter XXIV
• Chapter XXV
• Chapter XXVI
• Chapter XXVII
• Chapter XXVIII
• Chapter XXIX
• Chapter XXX
• Chapter XXXI
• Chapter XXXII
• Chapter XXXIII
• Chapter XXXIV
• Chapter XXXV
• Chapter XXXVI
• Chapter XXXVII
• Chapter XXXVIII
• Chapter XXXIX
• Chapter XL
• Chapter XLI
• Chapter XLII
• Chapter XLIII
• Chapter XLIV
• Chapter XLV
• Chapter XLVI
• Chapter XLVII
• Chapter XLVIII
• Chapter XLIX
• Chapter L
• Chapter LI
• Chapter LII
• Chapter LIII
• Chapter LIV
• Chapter LV
• Chapter LVI
• Chapter LVII
• Chapter LVIII
• Chapter LIX
• Chapter LX
• Chapter LXI
• Chapter LXII
• Chapter LXIII
• Chapter LXIV
• Chapter LXV
• Chapter LXVI
• Chapter LXVII
• Chapter LXVIII
• Chapter LXIX
• Chapter LXX
• Chapter LXXI
• Chapter LXXII
• Chapter LXXIII
• Chapter LXXIV
• Chapter LXXV
• Chapter LXXVI
• Chapter LXXVII
• Chapter LXXVIII
• Chapter LXXIX
• Chapter LXXX
• Chapter LXXXI
• Chapter LXXXII
• Chapter LXXXIII
• Chapter LXXXIV
• Chapter LXXXV
• Chapter LXXXVI
• Chapter LXXXVII
• Chapter LXXXVIII
• Chapter LXXXIX
• Chapter XC
• Chapter XCI
• Chapter XCII
• Chapter XCIII
• Chapter XCIV
• Chapter XCV
• Chapter XCVI
• Chapter XCVII
• Chapter XCVIII
• Chapter XCIX
• Chapter C
• Chapter CI
• Chapter CII
• Chapter CIII
• Chapter CIV
• Chapter CV
• Chapter CVI
• Chapter CVII
• Chapter CVIII
• Chapter CIX
• Chapter CX
• Chapter CXI
• Chapter CXII
• Chapter CXIII
• Chapter CXIV
• Chapter CXV
• Chapter CXVI
• Chapter CXVII
• Chapter CXVIII
• Chapter CXIX
• Chapter CXX
• Chapter CXXI
• Chapter CXXII
• Chapter CXXIII
• Chapter CXXIV
• Chapter CXXV
• Chapter CXXVI
• Chapter CXXVII
• Chapter CXXVIII
• Chapter CXXIX
• Chapter CXXX
• Chapter CXXXI
• Chapter CXXXII
• Chapter CXXXIII
• Chapter CXXXIV
• Chapter CXXXV
• Chapter CXXXVI
• Chapter CXXXVII
• Chapter CXXXVIII
• Chapter CXXXIX
• Chapter CXL
• Chapter CXLI
• Chapter CXLII
• Chapter CXLIII
• Chapter CXLIV
• Chapter CXLV
• Chapter CXLVI
• Chapter CXLVII
• Chapter CXLVIII
• Chapter CXLIX
• Chapter CL
• Chapter CLI
• Chapter CLII
• Chapter CLIII
• Chapter CLIV
• Copyright