Author: poeterra
Shakespeare Sonnet 44 (If the dull substance of my flesh were thought)
Shakespeare Sonnet 57 (Being your slave what should I do but tend)
Shakespeare Sonnet 71 (No longer mourn for me when I am dead)
Shakespeare Sonnet 76 (Why is my verse so barren of new pride)
Shakespeare Sonnet 18 (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?)
Shakespeare Sonnet 36 (Let me confess that we two must be twain)
Shakespeare Sonnet 29 (When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes)