The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
Sonnet 57
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
Sonnet 60
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow.
Sonnet 60
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye.
Sonnet 62
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age.
Sonnet 64
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore.
Sonnet 64
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Sonnet 65
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly—doctor-like—controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these I would be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
Sonnet 66
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell