@Mediagazer@mstdn.socialAnalysis: among the top 50 news websites in the US and the UK, 34% blocked all major AI training bots; 14%, including Fox and Substack, allowed access to all (Charlotte Tobitt/Press Gazette)
https://pressgazette.co.uk/platforms/ei…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 145 - CXLV
Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languished for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 045 - XLV
The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'…
@chrisnelder@mastodon.energyI've now had AI bots impersonate high-profile people I know and engage me in a DM chat that was initially passable on both Bluesky and Mastodon. Be careful out there folks. And if the account is new with few followers, that's a big tell.
https://www.
@kubikpixel@chaos.social«AI Slop verstopft Open Source — GitHub kündigt Maßnahmen an:
Immer mehr Open-Source-Projekte leiden unter der Flut oft wertloser KI-Beiträge über GitHub. Der Betreiber hat nun erste Maßnahmen dagegen angekündigt.»
Das KI Bots Open-Source belästigen in der Hoffnung sie automatisiert abzuzocken (Gewinne zu erhalten) ist ein heutzutage übliche Betrügerei.
🤖
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 138 - CXXXVIII
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wher…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 138 - CXXXVIII
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wher…
@Techmeme@techhub.socialA man accused of using thousands of bot accounts to stream AI songs, making millions in royalties, pleads guilty in US district court to wire fraud conspiracy (Murray Stassen/Music Business Worldwide)
https://www.
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 035 - XXXV
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
Thy adverse party is thy advocat…
@adlerweb@social.adlerweb.info"Wie viele KI-Bots brauch man um einen KI-Bot zu installieren"
#haxkoleaks
@heiseonline@social.heise.de @sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 116 - CXVI
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-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…
@cellfourteen@social.petertoushkov.eu"They didn’t ask why didn’t you tell Iran, they asked why didn’t you tell your allies. Is that so hard to understand?"
Also, the coping trumpist bots in the comments explaining to everyone he just told her "the truth", while he's probably telling a hundred lies a day. Full MAGA dementia 😬
Trump Makes Pearl Harbor Joke In Meeting With Japan’s Prime Minister - The New York Times
@aral@mastodon.ar.alWhen you see antisemitic bots like this that spam replies to posts criticising Israel’s ongoing genocide of the Palestinian people, make sure you report and block them.
(They block you after commenting so you can’t act on their post. Unless, that is, you run your own instance like I do and can suspend them.)
But wait, did I just call them antisemitic?
Why yes, conflating Zionism with being Jewish is to state that all Jews support Israel, settler colonialism, apartheid, ethn…
@servelan@newsie.socialMicrosoft’s AI-Powered Copyright Bots Fucked Up And Got An Innocent Game Delisted From Steam | Techdirt
https://www.techdirt.com/2026/02/12/microsofts-ai-powered-copyright-bots-fucked-up-and-got-an-innocent-game-delisted-from-steam/
@hansaplast42@social.wastedalpaca.wtfWould be nice if someone familiar with @… apps sets up a tar pit solution to protect hosted applications like mastodon
https://tldr.nettime.org/@asrg/1138674
@Mediagazer@mstdn.socialA man accused of using thousands of bot accounts to stream AI songs, making millions in royalties, pleads guilty in US district court to wire fraud conspiracy (Murray Stassen/Music Business Worldwide)
https://www.
@digitalnaiv@mastodon.socialDie Akte X: Bequemlichkeit statt Haltung
X gilt noch immer als Nachrichtenhub. Doch die Realität sieht anders aus: Polarisierung, Bots, algorithmischer Lärm. Warum halten Medien und Politik an einer Plattform fest, die demokratische Debatten eher schwächt als stärkt? Unsere Diskussion bei #9vor9.
@cdarwin@c.imAs companies pour billions into sprawling industrial campuses for cloud and AI computing,
some data center operators are experimenting with four-legged bots
—about the size of large dogs
—that can patrol fences, inspect equipment, and flag any issues before they turn into costly outages.
These robots, known as “quadrupeds,”
are being used to patrol the complexes,
which can sometimes reach the size of multiple football fields.
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 067 - LXVII
Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
And steal dead seeming of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively ve…
@paulwermer@sfba.socialThe "prove you're not human" challenge?
What is Moltbook? The strange new social media site for AI bots
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/feb/02/moltbook-ai-agents-soc…
@PaulWermer@sfba.socialThe "prove you're not human" challenge?
What is Moltbook? The strange new social media site for AI bots
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/feb/02/moltbook-ai-agents-soc…
@Techmeme@techhub.socialUS colleges like Virginia Tech and Georgia Tech are using AI to streamline admissions; Virginia Tech says AI that scores essay questions saved ~8,000 hours (Francesca Maglione/Bloomberg)
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/20
@kubikpixel@chaos.socialBad Bot Problem
Following a report on the situation with Social Media and bots, Lewis Stuart of University of Nottingham is inspired to see just how easy it is to fire up his own botnet and puts them to work on a fake social media site: 'scroll hole.'
📺 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjQNDCYL5Rg
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 059 - LIX
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child.
Oh that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your …
@heiseonline@social.heise.deOpenStreetMaps sorgt sich: Tausende KI-Bots erfassen Daten
Bots sollen im großen Stil die Daten von OpenStreetMap abgreifen. Das kostet Geld und gefährdet das Projekt.
https://www.hei…
@billbert@mastodon.socialEither I’m getting bad at recognizing or the bots are getting better at fooling me into thinking they’re real people
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 063 - LXIII
Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify …
@digitalnaiv@mastodon.socialDein Blog wird von KI ignoriert? Kein Wunder – ChatGPT & Co. liefern fertige Antworten, während deine Artikel im digitalen Nirvana verschwinden. Doch es gibt Hoffnung: GEO – die Kunst, von KI-Bots zitiert zu werden! In 60 Sekunden beschrieben, wie du den Algorithmen einen Schritt voraus bist.
Mehr in meinem Blog:
🔗 https://
@Techmeme@techhub.socialOasis Security, which specializes in securing non-human identities, such as AI bots and automated work tools, raised $120M, bringing its total funding to $190M (Marissa Newman/Bloomberg)
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/20
@heiseonline@social.heise.de @sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 063 - LXIII
Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 129 - CXXIX
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have extreme;
@kubikpixel@chaos.social«Cloudflare — 2027 reden im Internet mehrheitlich Maschinen miteinander:
Das Internet war eigentlich als Medium für die Kommunikation zwischen Menschen gedacht. Zunehmend dient es aber als Kanal dafür, dass insbesondere KI-Systeme sich miteinander unterhalten. Dies wird den Traffic in Kürze sogar dominieren.»
Wenn die Bots zu mindestens was wirklich Sinnvolles so wie Produktives generieren würden aber ja…
🫤
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 030 - XXX
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone…
@Mediagazer@mstdn.socialAP Senior Product Manager for AI Aimee Rinehart told staff that many editors preferred an AI-written article to a human one, and resistance to AI is "futile" (Max Tani/Semafor)
https://www.semafor.com/article/03/03/2026/its-bots-vs-reporters-at-the-ap
@heiseonline@social.heise.deKI-Update kompakt: OpenStreetMap, OpenAI vs. Bots, Pinterest, Hubble-Fotos
Das „KI-Update“ liefert drei mal pro Woche eine Zusammenfassung der wichtigsten KI-Entwicklungen.
https://www.
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 062 - LXII
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine…
@kubikpixel@chaos.social»OpenStreetMap sorgt sich — Tausende KI-Bots erfassen Daten:
Bots sollen im großen Stil die Daten von OpenStreetMap abgreifen. Das kostet Geld und gefährdet das Projekt.«
Die Kritik diesbezüglich ist nicht dass @… technisch genutzt ist, sondern freie Arbeit kommerziel ausgebeutet wird. Denn kommerziellen Profit auf kosten freier Arbeit anderer …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 026 - XXVI
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair a…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 073 - LXXIII
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
T…
@heiseonline@social.heise.deheise | Skandal um Grok: Das steckt hinter den sexualisierten KI-Fotos auf X
X-Nutzer können mithilfe des KI-Bots Grok Bikini-Bilder erstellen – auch von Minderjährigen. Wir erklären die Rechtslage und den technischen Hintergrund.
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being d…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 046 - XLVI
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all t…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 081 - LXXXI
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created…
@kubikpixel@chaos.socialArtificial intelligence — Moltbook was peak AI theater
The viral social network for bots reveals as much about our own current mania for AI as it does about the future of agents.
🤖 https://www.technologyreview.com/2026/02/06/1132448/moltbook-was-peak-a…
@heiseonline@social.heise.deAlarm bei OpenStreetMap! 🚨 Das freie Kartenprojekt steht vor einer ernsten Herausforderung: Tausende KI-Bots greifen aktuell massenhaft Daten ab und bringen damit das gesamte Projekt in Gefahr.
Zum Artikel: https://heise.de/-11156876?wt_mc=sm.re
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 034 - XXXIV
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though th…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 045 - XLV
The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 153 - CLIII
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
The boy for tria…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being d…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 108 - CVIII
What's in the brain, that ink may character,
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love, or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same;
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 065 - LXV
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?
O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time'…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 032 - XXXII
If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
'Had my f…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 071 - LXXI
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 022 - XXII
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee wil…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 116 - CXVI
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-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…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 116 - CXVI
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-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…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 061 - LXI
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 118 - CXVIII
Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager compounds we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseased, ere that there was true needing.
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
The ills that were not, gre…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 066 - LXVI
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 125 - CXXV
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet, forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 050 - L
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes a…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 127 - CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 016 - XVI
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 074 - LXXIV
But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being d…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 027 - XXVII
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 030 - XXX
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 005 - V
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pen…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 080 - LXXX
O! how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless de…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 059 - LIX
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child.
Oh that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 020 - XX
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou f…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 073 - LXXIII
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
T…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 028 - XXVIII
How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grac…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 020 - XX
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou f…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 030 - XXX
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 004 - IV
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dos…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 029 - XXIX
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 081 - LXXXI
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 060 - LX
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parall…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 127 - CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 098 - XCVIII
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor pr…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 035 - XXXV
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
Thy adverse party is thy advocat…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 017 - XVII
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 084 - LXXXIV
Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you,
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew?
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so dignifies his story.
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature ma…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 103 - CIII
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
O! blame me not, if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?…
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 041 - XLI
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
Ay me! but yet thou might'st my seat forbear,
And chide …
@sonnets@bots.krohsnest.comSonnet 033 - XXXIII
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my …
