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Shakespeare Ecards

Hundreds of years later, William Shakespeare is still considered the greatest author of all time, and his sonnets are a tribute to his lyrical brilliance.

Select any sonnet to preview it as a card.

Recommended Sonnets:

  1. Sonnet #8
    Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
    Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
  2. Sonnet #18
    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
  3. Sonnet #44
    If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
    Injurious distance should not stop my way
  4. Sonnet #57
    Being your slave what should I do but tend,
    Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
  5. Sonnet #130
    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
    Coral is far more red, than her lips red
  6. Sonnet #138
    When my love swears that she is made of truth,
    I do believe her though I know she lies
All Sonnets:
  1. Sonnet #1
    From fairest creatures we desire increase,
    That thereby beauty's rose might never die
  2. Sonnet #2
    When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
    And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field
  3. Sonnet #3
    Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
    Now is the time that face should form another
  4. Sonnet #4
    Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend,
    Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
  5. Sonnet #5
    Those hours that with gentle work did frame
    The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
  6. Sonnet #6
    Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
    In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:
  7. Sonnet #7
    Lo in the orient when the gracious light
    Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
  8. Sonnet #8
    Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
    Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
  9. Sonnet #9
    Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
    That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
  10. Sonnet #10
    For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
    Who for thy self art so unprovident.
  11. Sonnet #11
    As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
    In one of thine, from that which thou departest
  12. Sonnet #12
    When I do count the clock that tells the time,
    And see the brave day sunk in hideous night
  13. Sonnet #13
    O that you were your self, but love you are
    No longer yours, than you your self here live
  14. Sonnet #14
    Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
    And yet methinks I have astronomy
  15. Sonnet #15
    When I consider every thing that grows
    Holds in perfection but a little moment.
  16. Sonnet #16
    But wherefore do not you a mightier way
    Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?
  17. Sonnet #17
    Who will believe my verse in time to come
    If it were filled with your most high deserts?
  18. Sonnet #18
    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
  19. Sonnet #19
    Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
    And make the earth devour her own sweet brood
  20. Sonnet #20
    A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
    Hast thou the master mistress of my passion
  21. Sonnet #21
    So is it not with me as with that muse,
    Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse
  22. Sonnet #22
    My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
    So long as youth and thou are of one date
  23. Sonnet #23
    As an unperfect actor on the stage,
    Who with his fear is put beside his part
  24. Sonnet #24
    Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,
    Thy beauty's form in table of my heart
  25. Sonnet #25
    Let those who are in favour with their stars,
    Of public honour and proud titles boast
  26. Sonnet #26
    Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
    Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit;
  27. Sonnet #27
    Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
    The dear respose for limbs with travel tired
  28. Sonnet #28
    How can I then return in happy plight
    That am debarred the benefit of rest?
  29. Sonnet #29
    When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state
  30. Sonnet #30
    When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
    I summon up remembrance of things past
  31. Sonnet #31
    Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
    Which I by lacking have supposed dead
  32. Sonnet #32
    If thou survive my well-contented day,
    When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover
  33. Sonnet #33
    Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
    Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye
  34. Sonnet #34
    Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
    And make me travel forth without my cloak
  35. Sonnet #35
    No more be grieved at that which thou hast done,
    Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud
  36. Sonnet #36
    Let me confess that we two must be twain,
    Although our undivided loves are one:
  37. Sonnet #37
    As a decrepit father takes delight,
    To see his active child do deeds of youth
  38. Sonnet #38
    How can my muse want subject to invent
    While thou dost breathe that pour'st into my verse
  39. Sonnet #39
    O how thy worth with manners may I sing,
    When thou art all the better part of me?
  40. Sonnet #40
    Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
    What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
  41. Sonnet #41
    Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
    When I am sometime absent from thy heart
  42. Sonnet #42
    That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
    And yet it may be said I loved her dearly
  43. Sonnet #43
    When most I wink then do mine eyes best see,
    For all the day they view things unrespected
  44. Sonnet #44
    If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
    Injurious distance should not stop my way
  45. Sonnet #45
    The other two, slight air, and purging fire,
    Are both with thee, wherever I abide
  46. Sonnet #46
    Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
    How to divide the conquest of thy sight
  47. Sonnet #47
    Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
    And each doth good turns now unto the other
  48. Sonnet #48
    How careful was I when I took my way,
    Each trifle under truest bars to thrust
  49. Sonnet #49
    Against that time (if ever that time come)
    When I shall see thee frown on my defects
  50. Sonnet #50
    How heavy do I journey on the way,
    When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
  51. Sonnet #51
    Thus can my love excuse the slow offence,
    Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed
  52. Sonnet #52
    So am I as the rich whose blessed key,
    Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure
  53. Sonnet #53
    What is your substance, whereof are you made,
    That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
  54. Sonnet #54
    O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
    By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
  55. Sonnet #55
    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme
  56. Sonnet #56
    Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
    Thy edge should blunter be than appetite
  57. Sonnet #57
    Being your slave what should I do but tend,
    Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
  58. Sonnet #58
    That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
    I should in thought control your times of pleasure
  59. Sonnet #59
    If there be nothing new, but that which is,
    Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled
  60. Sonnet #60
    Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
    So do our minutes hasten to their end
  61. Sonnet #61
    Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
    My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
  62. Sonnet #62
    Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
    And all my soul, and all my every part;
  63. Sonnet #63
    Against my love shall be as I am now
    With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn
  64. Sonnet #64
    When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
    The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age
  65. Sonnet #65
    Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
    But sad mortality o'ersways their power
  66. Sonnet #66
    Tired with all these for restful death I cry,
    As to behold desert a beggar born
  67. Sonnet #67
    Ah wherefore with infection should he live,
    And with his presence grace impiety
  68. Sonnet #68
    Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
    When beauty lived and died as flowers do now
  69. Sonnet #69
    Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view,
    Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
  70. Sonnet #70
    That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
    For slander's mark was ever yet the fair
  71. Sonnet #71
    No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
    Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
  72. Sonnet #72
    O lest the world should task you to recite,
    What merit lived in me that you should love
  73. Sonnet #73
    That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
    When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
  74. Sonnet #74
    But be contented when that fell arrest,
    Without all bail shall carry me away
  75. Sonnet #75
    So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
    Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
  76. Sonnet #76
    Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
    So far from variation or quick change?
  77. Sonnet #77
    Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
    Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste
  78. Sonnet #78
    So oft have I invoked thee for my muse,
    And found such fair assistance in my verse
  79. Sonnet #79
    Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
    My verse alone had all thy gentle grace
  80. Sonnet #80
    O how I faint when I of you do write,
    Knowing a better spirit doth use your name
  81. Sonnet #81
    Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
    Or you survive when I in earth am rotten
  82. Sonnet #82
    I grant thou wert not married to my muse,
    And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
  83. Sonnet #83
    I never saw that you did painting need,
    And therefore to your fair no painting set
  84. Sonnet #84
    Who is it that says most, which can say more,
    Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you?
  85. Sonnet #85
    My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still,
    While comments of your praise richly compiled
  86. Sonnet #86
    Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
    Bound for the prize of (all too precious) you
  87. Sonnet #87
    Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
    And like enough thou know'st thy estimate
  88. Sonnet #88
    When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
    And place my merit in the eye of scorn
  89. Sonnet #89
    Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
    And I will comment upon that offence
  90. Sonnet #90
    Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,
    Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross
  91. Sonnet #91
    Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
    Some in their wealth, some in their body's force
  92. Sonnet #92
    But do thy worst to steal thy self away,
    For term of life thou art assured mine
  93. Sonnet #93
    So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
    Like a deceived husband, so love's face
  94. Sonnet #94
    They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
    That do not do the thing, they most do show
  95. Sonnet #95
    How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame,
    Which like a canker in the fragrant rose
  96. Sonnet #96
    Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,
    Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport
  97. Sonnet #97
    How like a winter hath my absence been
    From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
  98. Sonnet #98
    From you have I been absent in the spring,
    When proud-pied April (dressed in all his trim)
  99. Sonnet #99
    The forward violet thus did I chide,
    Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells
  100. Sonnet #100
    Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
    To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
  101. Sonnet #101
    O truant Muse what shall be thy amends,
    For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
  102. Sonnet #102
    My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming,
    I love not less, though less the show appear
  103. Sonnet #103
    Alack what poverty my muse brings forth,
    That having such a scope to show her pride
  104. Sonnet #104
    To me fair friend you never can be old,
    For as you were when first your eye I eyed
  105. Sonnet #105
    Let not my love be called idolatry,
    Nor my beloved as an idol show
  106. Sonnet #106
    When in the chronicle of wasted time,
    I see descriptions of the fairest wights
  107. Sonnet #107
    Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul,
    Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come
  108. Sonnet #108
    What's in the brain that ink may character,
    Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit
  109. Sonnet #109
    O never say that I was false of heart,
    Though absence seemed my flame to qualify
  110. Sonnet #110
    Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
    And made my self a motley to the view
  111. Sonnet #111
    O for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
    The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds
  112. Sonnet #112
    Your love and pity doth th' impression fill,
    Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow
  113. Sonnet #113
    Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
    And that which governs me to go about
  114. Sonnet #114
    Or whether doth my mind being crowned with you
    Drink up the monarch's plague this flattery?
  115. Sonnet #115
    Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
    Even those that said I could not love you dearer
  116. Sonnet #116
    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments, love is not love
  117. Sonnet #117
    Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all,
    Wherein I should your great deserts repay
  118. Sonnet #118
    Like as to make our appetite more keen
    With eager compounds we our palate urge
  119. Sonnet #119
    What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
    Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within
  120. Sonnet #120
    That you were once unkind befriends me now,
    And for that sorrow, which I then did feel
  121. Sonnet #121
    'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
    When not to be, receives reproach of being
  122. Sonnet #122
    Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
    Full charactered with lasting memory
  123. Sonnet #123
    No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change,
    Thy pyramids built up with newer might
  124. Sonnet #124
    If my dear love were but the child of state,
    It might for Fortune's bastard be unfathered
  125. Sonnet #125
    Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
    With my extern the outward honouring
  126. Sonnet #126
    O thou my lovely boy who in thy power,
    Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour:
  127. Sonnet #127
    In the old age black was not counted fair,
    Or if it were it bore not beauty's name:
  128. Sonnet #128
    How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
    Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
  129. Sonnet #129
    Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
    Is lust in action, and till action, lust
  130. Sonnet #130
    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
    Coral is far more red, than her lips red
  131. Sonnet #131
    Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
    As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
  132. Sonnet #132
    Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me,
    Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain
  133. Sonnet #133
    Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
    For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
  134. Sonnet #134
    So now I have confessed that he is thine,
    And I my self am mortgaged to thy will
  135. Sonnet #135
    Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will,
    And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus
  136. Sonnet #136
    If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
    Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will'
  137. Sonnet #137
    Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
    That they behold and see not what they see?
  138. Sonnet #138
    When my love swears that she is made of truth,
    I do believe her though I know she lies
  139. Sonnet #139
    O call not me to justify the wrong,
    That thy unkindness lays upon my heart
  140. Sonnet #140
    Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
    My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain:
  141. Sonnet #141
    In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
    For they in thee a thousand errors note
  142. Sonnet #142
    Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
    Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving
  143. Sonnet #143
    Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch,
    One of her feathered creatures broke away
  144. Sonnet #144
    Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
    Which like two spirits do suggest me still
  145. Sonnet #145
    Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
    Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
  146. Sonnet #146
    Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth,
    My sinful earth these rebel powers array
  147. Sonnet #147
    My love is as a fever longing still,
    For that which longer nurseth the disease
  148. Sonnet #148
    O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,
    Which have no correspondence with true sight
  149. Sonnet #149
    Canst thou O cruel, say I love thee not,
    When I against my self with thee partake?
  150. Sonnet #150
    O from what power hast thou this powerful might,
    With insufficiency my heart to sway
  151. Sonnet #151
    Love is too young to know what conscience is,
    Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
  152. Sonnet #152
    In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
    But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing
  153. Sonnet #153
    Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,
    A maid of Dian's this advantage found
  154. Sonnet #154
    The little Love-god lying once asleep,
    Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand

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