The Oxford Book of Sonnets Book

	Introduction
	Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind	3
	Farewell, love, and all thy laws for ever	4
	Unstable dream, according to the place	5
	Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green	6
	Norfolk sprang thee, Lambeth holds thee dead	7
	I saw, sweet Licia, when the spider ran	8
	More than most fair, full of the living fire	9
	Sweet warrior, when shall I have peace with you?	10
	Coming to kiss her lips, such grace I found	11
	One day I wrote her name upon the strand	12
	Was it a dream, or did I see it plain	13
	Sir Walter Ralegh to his son	14
	Satan, no woman, yet a wandering spirit?	15
	Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show	16
	In truth, O Love, with what a boyish kind	17
	With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies	18
	Come, sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace	19
	O kiss, which dost those ruddy gems impart	20
	Yourself the sun, and I the melting frost	21
	A Coronet for his Mistress Philosophy	22
	Uncivil sickness, hast thou no regard	32
	Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night	33
	You not alone, when you are still alone	34
	Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part	35
	Acrostiteliostichon	36
	Shall compare thee to a summer's day?	38
	Not marble, nor the gilded monuments	39
	Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore	40
	Since brass, nor stone nor earth, nor boundless sea	41
	That time of year thou mayst in me behold	42
	They that have power to hurt, and will do none	43
	Let me not to the marriage of true minds	44
	Two loves I have of comfort and despair	45
	When first I learned the ABC of love	46
	It is as true as strange, else trial feigns	47
	Give me, fair sweet, the map, well-coloured	48
	So shoots a star as doth my mistress glide	49
	Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air	50
	Lo here I am, lord, whither with thou send me?	51
	Dear, and so worthy both by your desert	52
	Jove for Europa's love took shape of bull	53
	The Sacred muse that first made love divine	54
	I am a little world made cunningly	55
	At the round earth's imagined corners, blow	56
	Death, be not proud, though some have called thee	57
	Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you	58
	Show me, dear Christ, the spouse, so bright and clear	59