1609 · Skopia

Showing 19 works across all media from 1609

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 8.6

Sonnet · Poem

But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 7.2

Sonnet · Poem

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 7.1

Sonnet · Poem

I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 5.2

Sonnet · Poem

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 4.6

Sonnet · Poem

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 3.8

Sonnet · Poem

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 102 · 1609

★ 3.8

Poem · Narrative poem

Vows were ever brokers to defiling.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 3.7

Sonnet · Poem

Everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 15 · 1609

★ 3.6

Sonnet · Poem

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 3 · 1609

★ 3.0

Sonnet · Poem

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 2.9

Sonnet · Poem

Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 2.3

Sonnet · Poem

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 104 · 1609

★ 2.2

Sonnet · Poem

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 2.2

Sonnet · Poem

Winter, which being full of care Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 2.2

Sonnet · Poem

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 2.1

Sonnet · Poem

Nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 2.1

Sonnet · Poem

Who is it that says most, which can say more Than this rich praise, that you alone are you.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 84 · 1609

★ 2.1

Sonnet · Poem

And ruined love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets · 1609

★ 1.1