Index of First Lines

20
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
117
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
63
Against my love shall be as I am now,
49
Against that time, if ever that time come,
67
Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
103
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
110
Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
37
As a decrepit father takes delight
23
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
11
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
140
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
57
Being your slave what should I do but tend
133
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
47
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
74
But be contented when that fell arrest
92
But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
16
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
149
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
153
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
19
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
87
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
10
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
1
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
98
From you have I been absent in the spring,
33
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
28
How can I then return in happy plight,
38
How can my muse want subject to invent,
48
How careful was I when I took my way,
50
How heavy do I journey on the way,
97
How like a winter hath my absence been
128
How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
95
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
82
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
83
I never saw that you did painting need,
124
If my dear love were but the child of state,
44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
59
If there be nothing new, but that which is
32
If thou survive my well-contented day,
136
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
141
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
152
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
127
In the old age black was not counted fair,
9
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
61
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
36
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
105
Let not my love be called idolatry,
25
Let those who are in favour with their stars
60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
118
Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
7
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
143
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
3
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
26
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
142
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
151
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
46
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
24
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled,
8
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
22
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
147
My love is as a fever longing still,
102
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
85
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
35
No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done:
123
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
14
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
55
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
107
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
148
O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
126
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
101
O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
139
O! call not me to justify the wrong
111
O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
150
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
80
O! how I faint when I of you do write,
54
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
39
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
72
O! lest the world should task you to recite
109
O! never say that I was false of heart,
13
O! that you were your self; but, love, you are
81
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
114
Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
146
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
89
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
62
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
65
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
113
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
52
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,
75
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
21
So is it not with me as with that Muse,
134
So now I have confessed that he is thine,
78
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
93
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
91
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
96
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
56
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
40
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
58
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
70
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
42
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
120
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
129
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
99
The forward violet thus did I chide:
154
The little Love-god lying once asleep,
45
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
90
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
6
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
94
They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
132
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
5
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
115
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
145
Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
69
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
41
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
131
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
137
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
51
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
68
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
31
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
122
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
77
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
66
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
121
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
104
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
144
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
86
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
27
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
125
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
53
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
119
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
108
What's in the brain that ink may character
2
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
15
When I consider every thing that grows
12
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
64
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
29
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
106
When in the chronicle of wasted time
43
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
138
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
88
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
100
Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
79
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
84
Who is it that says most, which can say more,
17
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
135
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
34
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
76
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
112
Your love and pity doth the impression fill,