Alphabetical List
of the
First Line of Sonnets
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As
an unperfect actor on the stage
Being
your slave, what should I do but tend
If thou survive my well-contented
day,
Like
as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
My
mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
O
me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
Shall
I compare thee to a summer's day
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth,
nor boundless sea,
So
am I as the rich, whose blessed key
When
in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When
my love swears that she is made of truth
When I consider every thing that
grows
When I do count the clock that
tells the time,
When to the sessions of sweet
silent thought
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