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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