Poems
Category Poems - General
Sonnet 57: Being your slave what should I do but tend
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 61: Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be as I am now
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 67: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
By William Shakespeare
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