Shakespeare sonette

Music to hear why hearst thou music sadly|Shall I compare thee to a summer's day Kalmer Stefan|When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes|When to the sessions of sweet silent thought|Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts|If thou survive my well contented day|What is your substance whereof are you made|Being your slave what should I do but tend|Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore|When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced|Since brass nor stone|That time of year thou mayst in me behold|Farewell thou art too dear for my possessing|Then hate me when thou wilt if ever now|How lik e a winter hath my absence been|From you have I been absent in the spring|My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming|To me fair friend you never can be old|Let not my love be called idolatry|When in the chronicle of wasted time|O never say that I was false of heart|Let me not to the marriage of true|How oft when thou my music|Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth|Weary with toil I haste me to my bed|No more be grieved at that which thou hast done|Take all my loves|No longer mourn for me when I am dead|Betwixt mine eye and hearth a league is took|They that have power to hurt and will do none|Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame|The little love god lying once asleep