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• And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...
• But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
• Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxv...
• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...
• And stretched metre of an antique song.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xvii...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...
• Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...
• Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lii...
• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...