Love poems Sonnet 40 by Shakespeare Take All My Loves Yea Love art

Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All (Sonnet 40)

How you betray me, yet still I love you!

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call—
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
    Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
    Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.

Love poems Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes romantic poemsLove Sonnet by William Shakespeare

Love Art – The Woman in the Waves (1868) by Gustave Courbet. Original from The MET museum.