The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Sonnet 106
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Sonnet 107
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Sonnet 107
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
Sonnet 109
Alas! ’tis true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view,
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of affections new;
Most true it is that I have looked on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Sonnet 110
My nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand;
Pity me, then, and wish I were renewed.
Sonnet 111
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 116
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,