Shakespeare The Sonnets

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebble Shore

Thou Blind Fool Love

O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart

How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day?

Against That Time-If Ever That Time Come

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is

When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time

Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come