| Title of Piece | Prose or Poetry |
| Venus and Adonis | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XLI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XL | Poetry |
| Sonnet XIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCII | Poetry |
| Sonnet XCI | Poetry |
| Sonnet XC | Poetry |
| Sonnet X | Poetry |
| Sonnet VIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet VII | Poetry |
| Sonnet VI | Poetry |
| Sonnet V | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXX | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXX | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LX | Poetry |
| Sonnet LVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet LV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LIX | Poetry |
| Sonet LIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet LIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LII | Poetry |
| Sonnet LI | Poetry |
| Sonnet L | Poetry |
| Sonnet IX | Poetry |
| Sonnet IV | Poetry |
| Sonnet III | Poetry |
| Sonnet II | Poetry |
| Sonnet I | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXLI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXL | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CXI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CVIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CVII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CVI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CLIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CLIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CLII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CLI | Poetry |
| Sonnet CL | Poetry |
| Sonnet CIX | Poetry |
| Sonnet CIV | Poetry |
| Sonnet CIII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CII | Poetry |
| Sonnet CI | Poetry |
| Sonnet C | Poetry |
| The Rape Of Lucrece | Poetry |
| A Lover's Complaint | Poetry |
| Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide | Poetry |
| Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring | Poetry |
| Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been | Poetry |
| Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness | Poetry |
| Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame | Poetry |
| Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none | Poetry |
| Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true | Poetry |
| Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away | Poetry |
| Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill | Poetry |
| Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now | Poetry |
| Sonnet 9: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye | Poetry |
| Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault | Poetry |
| Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light | Poetry |
| Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing | Poetry |
| Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse | Poetry |
| Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still | Poetry |
| Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more | Poetry |
| Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need | Poetry |
| Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse | Poetry |
| Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make | Poetry |
| Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write | Poetry |
| Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? | Poetry |
| Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid | Poetry |
| Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse | Poetry |
| Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear | Poetry |
| Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? | Poetry |
| Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life | Poetry |
| Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest | Poetry |
| Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold | Poetry |
| Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite | Poetry |
| Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead | Poetry |
| Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect | Poetry |
| Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light | Poetry |
| Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view | Poetry |
| Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn | Poetry |
| Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live | Poetry |
| Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry | Poetry |
| Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea | Poetry |
| Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced | Poetry |
| Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now | Poetry |
| Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye | Poetry |
| Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open | Poetry |
| Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore | Poetry |
| Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface | Poetry |
| Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is | Poetry |
| Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave | Poetry |
| Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend | Poetry |
| Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said | Poetry |
| Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments | Poetry |
| Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem | Poetry |
| Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made | Poetry |
| Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key | Poetry |
| Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence | Poetry |
| Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way | Poetry |
| Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame | Poetry |
| Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come | Poetry |
| Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way | Poetry |
| Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took | Poetry |
| Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war | Poetry |
| Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire | Poetry |
| Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought | Poetry |
| Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see | Poetry |
| Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief | Poetry |
| Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits | Poetry |
| Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all | Poetry |
| Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend | Poetry |
| Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing | Poetry |
| Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent | Poetry |
| Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight | Poetry |
| Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain | Poetry |
| Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done | Poetry |
| Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day | Poetry |
| Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen | Poetry |
| Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day | Poetry |
| Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts | Poetry |
| Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought | Poetry |
| Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest | Poetry |
| Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes | Poetry |
| Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight | Poetry |
| Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed | Poetry |
| Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage | Poetry |
| Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars | Poetry |
| Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled | Poetry |
| Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage | Poetry |
| Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old | Poetry |
| Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse | Poetry |
| Sonnet 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted | Poetry |
| Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow | Poetry |
| Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws | Poetry |
| Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? | Poetry |
| Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come | Poetry |
| Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way | Poetry |
| Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep | Poetry |
| Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep | Poetry |
| Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn | Poetry |
| Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is | Poetry |
| Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful might | Poetry |
| Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that grows | Poetry |
| Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not | Poetry |
| Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head | Poetry |
| Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still | Poetry |
| Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth | Poetry |
| Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love's own hand did make | Poetry |
| Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair | Poetry |
| Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch | Poetry |
| Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate | Poetry |
| Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes | Poetry |
| Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press | Poetry |
| Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck | Poetry |
| Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong | Poetry |
| Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth | Poetry |
| Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes | Poetry |
| Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near | Poetry |
| Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will | Poetry |
| Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine | Poetry |
| Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan | Poetry |
| Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me | Poetry |
| Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art | Poetry |
| Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun | Poetry |
| Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are | Poetry |
| Sonnet 129: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame | Poetry |
| Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st | Poetry |
| Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair | Poetry |
| Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power | Poetry |
| Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy | Poetry |
| Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state | Poetry |
| Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change | Poetry |
| Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain | Poetry |
| Sonnet 121: Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed | Poetry |
| Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now | Poetry |
| Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time | Poetry |
| Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears | Poetry |
| Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen | Poetry |
| Sonnet 117: Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all | Poetry |
| Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds | Poetry |
| Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie | Poetry |
| Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you | Poetry |
| Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind | Poetry |
| Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fill | Poetry |
| Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide | Poetry |
| Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there | Poetry |
| Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st | Poetry |
| Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart | Poetry |
| Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character | Poetry |
| Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul | Poetry |
| Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time | Poetry |
| Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry | Poetry |
| Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old | Poetry |
| Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth | Poetry |
| Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming | Poetry |
| Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends | Poetry |
| Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long | Poetry |
| Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any | Poetry |
| Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase | Poetry |
| Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true | poem |
| Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought | poem |
| Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war | poem |
| Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way | poem |
| Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes | poem |
| Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? | poem |
| Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea | poem |
| Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem | poem |
| Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase | poem |
| Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said | poem |
| Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse | poem |
| Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fill | poem |
| Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate | poem |
| Sonnet 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted | poem |
| Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind | poem |
| Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth | poem |
| Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy | poem |
| Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep | poem |
| Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any | poem |
| Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes | poem |
| Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent | poem |
| Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me | poem |
| Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see | poem |
| Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame | poem |
| Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced | poem |
| Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state | poem |
| Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws | poem |
| Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage | poem |
| Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now | poem |
| Sonnet 121: Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed | poem |
| Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is | poem |
| Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write | poem |
| Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence | poem |
| Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st | poem |
| Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth | poem |
| Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide | poem |
| Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch | poem |
| Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing | poem |
| Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits | poem |
| Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open | poem |
| Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars | poem |
| Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key | poem |
| Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st | poem |
| Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn | poem |
| Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect | poem |
| Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold | poem |
| Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still | poem |
| Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done | poem |
| Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day | poem |
| Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made | poem |
| Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long | poem |
| Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead | poem |
| Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds | poem |
| Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends | poem |
| Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan | poem |
| Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight | poem |
| Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear | poem |
| Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain | poem |
| Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness | poem |
| Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye | poem |
| Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light | poem |
| Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old | poem |
| Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is | poem |
| Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character | poem |
| Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite | poem |
| Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view | poem |
| Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more | poem |
| Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend | poem |
| Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide | poem |
| Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power | poem |
| Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse | poem |
| Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed | poem |
| Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse | poem |
| Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you | poem |
| Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not | poem |
| Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong | poem |
| Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming | poem |
| Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are | poem |
| Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage | poem |
| Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come | poem |
| Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away | poem |
| Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press | poem |
| Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought | poem |
| Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie | poem |
| Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears | poem |
| Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine | poem |
| Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way | poem |
| Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near | poem |
| Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been | poem |
| Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will | poem |
| Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair | poem |
| Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight | poem |
| Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen | poem |
| Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry | poem |
| Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none | poem |
| Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful might | poem |
| Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live | poem |
| Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled | poem |
| Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface | poem |
| Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid | poem |
| Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come | poem |
| Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day | poem |
| Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep | poem |
| Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest | poem |
| Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life | poem |
| Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth | poem |
| Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love's own hand did make | poem |
| Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest | poem |
| Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? | poem |
| Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill | poem |
| Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore | poem |
| Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still | poem |
| Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments | poem |
| Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art | poem |
| Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all | poem |
| Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way | poem |
| Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took | poem |
| Venus And Adonis | poem |
| Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry | poem |
| Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain | poem |
| Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun | poem |
| Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now | poem |
| Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light | poem |
| Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend | poem |
| Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse | poem |
| Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn | poem |
| Sonnet 9: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye | poem |
| Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring | poem |
| Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair | poem |
| Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul | poem |
| Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck | poem |
| Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? | poem |
| Sonnet 117: Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all | poem |
| Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire | poem |
| Sonnet 129: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame | poem |
| Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen | poem |
| Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now | poem |
| Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head | poem |
| Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there | poem |
| Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame | poem |
| Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time | poem |
| Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief | poem |
| Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault | poem |
| Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave | poem |
| Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart | poem |
| Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing | poem |
| Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that grows | poem |
| Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make | poem |
| Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time | poem |
| Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow | poem |
| Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts | poem |
| Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old | poem |
| Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need | poem |
| Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change | poem |
| Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes | poem |