Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. (Sonnet 18)
Let those who are in favor with their stars Of public honor and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlooked for joy in that I honor most. (Sonnet 25)
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate. (Sonnet 29)