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Shakespeare’s Sonnets

Shakespeare’s sonnets were first published together in 1609 by Thomas Thorpe, in a small book titled Shake-speares Sonnets. It collected 154 sonnets, followed by a longer poem, A Lover’s Complaint. Thorpe’s dedication names a “Mr. W. H.” as the sonnets’ “onlie begetter,” and no one knows for certain who that was.

Most of the poems were probably written in the 1590s and early 1600s. In 1598 the writer Francis Meres mentioned Shakespeare’s “sugred Sonnets among his private friends,” and two of them, Sonnets 138 and 144, appeared in print in 1599 in an anthology called The Passionate Pilgrim.

Nearly all of them share one form: fourteen lines of iambic pentameter, arranged as three quatrains and a closing couplet and rhymed ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, the pattern now called the Shakespearean sonnet. The exceptions stand out: Sonnet 99 has fifteen lines, Sonnet 126 has twelve lines in rhyming couplets, and Sonnet 145 is written in shorter, four-beat lines.

Below, all 154 are listed by number and first line, grouped into the four parts of the sequence. Those with a full analysis are linked.

The Four Groups

The sequence falls into four groups, each with its own addressee and concerns.

Find a Sonnet

All 154, fourteen to a row, shaded by group. Numbers in full color have an analysis.

Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Fair Youth, Sonnets 18–126 Analysis available
  • Procreation1–17
  • Fair Youth18–126
  • Dark Lady127–152
  • Anacreontic153–154
  • Analysis coming soon69

The Best-Known Sonnets

Six of the most widely read and quoted poems in the sequence.

  1. Sonnet 18Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
  2. Sonnet 116Let me not to the marriage of true minds
  3. Sonnet 130My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
  4. Sonnet 73That time of year thou mayst in me behold
  5. Sonnet 55Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
  6. Sonnet 60Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

Every Sonnet by First Line

The sonnets have no titles, so each is known by its number and its first line. Linked lines have a full analysis.

Fair Youth 18–126

18Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
19Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws
20A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
21So is it not with me as with that Muse
22My glass shall not persuade me I am old
23As an unperfect actor on the stage
24Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
25Let those who are in favor with their stars
26Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
27Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
28How can I then return in happy plight
29When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
30When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
31Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
32If thou survive my well-contented day
33Full many a glorious morning have I seen
34Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
35No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
36Let me confess that we two must be twain
37As a decrepit father takes delight
38How can my Muse want subject to invent
39O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
40Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
41Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
42That thou hast her it is not all my grief
43When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
44If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
45The other two, slight air and purging fire
46Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
47Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
48How careful was I when I took my way
49Against that time, if ever that time come
50How heavy do I journey on the way
51Thus can my love excuse the slow offense
52So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
53What is your substance, whereof are you made
54O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
55Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
56Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
57Being your slave, what should I do but tend
58That god forbid, that made me first your slave
59If there be nothing new, but that which is
60Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
61Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
62Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
63Against my love shall be as I am now
64When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
65Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
66Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
67Ah, wherefore with infection should he live
68Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
69Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
70That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
71No longer mourn for me when I am dead
72O, lest the world should task you to recite
73That time of year thou mayst in me behold
74But be contented when that fell arrest
75So are you to my thoughts as food to life
76Why is my verse so barren of new pride
77Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
78So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
79Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
80O, how I faint when I of you do write
81Or I shall live your epitaph to make
82I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
83I never saw that you did painting need
84Who is it that says most, which can say more
85My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
86Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
87Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
88When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
89Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
90Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
91Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
92But do thy worst to steal thyself away
93So shall I live, supposing thou art true
94They that have power to hurt, and will do none
95How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
96Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
97How like a winter hath my absence been
98From you have I been absent in the spring
99The forward violet thus did I chide
100Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long
101O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
102My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming
103Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
104To me, fair friend, you never can be old
105Let not my love be called idolatry
106When in the chronicle of wasted time
107Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
108What’s in the brain that ink may character
109O, never say that I was false of heart
110Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there
111O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
112Your love and pity doth the impression fill
113Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
114Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you
115Those lines that I before have writ do lie
116Let me not to the marriage of true minds
117Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
118Like as, to make our appetites more keen
119What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
120That you were once unkind befriends me now
121’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
122Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
123No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
124If my dear love were but the child of state
125Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy
126O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

Dark Lady 127–152

127In the old age black was not counted fair
128How oft when thou, my music, music play’st
129Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame
130My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
131Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
132Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
133Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
134So now I have confessed that he is thine
135Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
136If thy soul check thee that I come so near
137Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
138When my love swears that she is made of truth
139O, call not me to justify the wrong
140Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
141In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
142Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
143Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
144Two loves I have of comfort and despair
145Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
146Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth
147My love is as a fever, longing still
148O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
149Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
150O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
151Love is too young to know what conscience is
152In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn

Anacreontic 153–154

153Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
154The little Love-god lying once asleep