Treasure Island

William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Poems of William Shakespeare

61. Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now 1/13/2003
62. Sonnet 121:Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed 3/30/2010
63. Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain 3/30/2010
64. Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain 1/13/2003
65. Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change 1/13/2003
66. Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy 1/13/2003
67. Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power 1/13/2003
68. Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st 1/13/2003
69. Sonnet 129: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame 1/13/2003
70. Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are 1/13/2003
71. Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun 1/13/2003
72. Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art 1/13/2003
73. Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me 1/13/2003
74. Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan 1/13/2003
75. Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine 1/13/2003
76. Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will 1/13/2003
77. Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near 1/13/2003
78. Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes 1/13/2003
79. Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth 1/13/2003
80. Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong 1/13/2003

Sonnet LI

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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