William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

181. Sonnet CXLIV 5/18/2001
182. Sonnet CXLIII 5/18/2001
183. Sonnet CXLII 5/18/2001
184. Sonnet CXLI 5/18/2001
185. Sonnet CXL 5/18/2001
186. Sonnet CXIX 5/18/2001
187. Sonnet CXIV 5/18/2001
188. Sonnet CXIII 5/18/2001
189. Sonnet CXII 5/18/2001
190. Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide 1/3/2003
191. Sonnet CXI 5/18/2001
192. Sonnet CX 5/18/2001
193. Sonnet CVIII 5/18/2001
194. Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul 1/3/2003
195. Sonnet CVII 5/18/2001
196. Sonnet CVI 5/18/2001
197. Sonnet CV 5/18/2001
198. Sonnet CLIV 5/18/2001
199. Sonnet CLIII 5/18/2001
200. Sonnet CLII 5/18/2001

Sonnet LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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