What's your favorite Shakespeare's Sonnet?

Question: What's your favorite Shakespeare's Sonnet!?
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Sorry Mandana I can paraphrase this a Little Shakespeare takes no royalties but I don't want to cut and paste it may take while,!.Hang in there

Look In thy glass and the face though viewest
Whose fresh
Thou must beguile and bless some mother
So where is she so fair some unerrored womb!.!.!.!.
Disastaineds the village of thy husbandry
So who thee!?
Thou art my mothers glass and she in thee!?
Calls Back the lovel april of her prime
or is he so fond to be the tomb!?
of his self Love of Posterity!.
So through the lovely April bring!?
So who does the ages of thy name shall see!?
Besides the ages of Golden Prime
But if though my name had not to be
Die Single and thine image, dies with thee
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I love sonnet 130, it's clever!. I like the way he describes as realistic!. It seems he's slating her at the beginning but once you read the last two lines, it all falls to place!.!.!.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head!.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks!.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare!.

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Shakespeare Sonnet 116- read at my wedding

Let me not to 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-fixed 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!.

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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shines a snow-white swan trooping with crows,
As this fair lady o'er her fellows shows!.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand!.
Did my heart love till now!? forswear it, sight!
I never saw true beauty till this night!.

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss!.

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Mine is also sonnet 130 (like the first answer) I love that one!Www@QuestionHome@Com

Sonnet 130 for sure :]Www@QuestionHome@Com