Tootfinder

AP 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

Exclusive: It’s bots vs. reporters at the AP
The tensions inside the wire service reveal a broader conflict playing out across the media over how AI should be applied within journalism.

Sonnet 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;

RE: https://bots.robots.rodeo/@scream/116343973252646699
Not enough As. Do better.

Sonnet 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…

I still don’t understand why some bots try to enumerate everything via the Vulnerability-Lookup API when full dumps, including all metadata, are available in one shot:
https://vulnerability.circl.lu/dumps/
We currently don’t rate-limit bots, but we’re close to doing so.

@… welcome to gardenstate.social! To help weed out the bots let us know how you found us and picked this server to join? Be descriptive!

Sonnet 139 - CXXXIX
O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o'erpressed defence can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows

Charlotte-based Lucid Bots, which manufactures autonomous drones for cleaning windows, raised a $20M Series B co-led by Cubit and Idea Fund (Rebecca Szkutak/TechCrunch)
https://techcrunch.com/2026/03/25/lucid-bots-raises-20m-to-ke…

Lucid Bots raises $20M to keep up with demand for its window-washing drones  | TechCrunch
Lucid Bots has seen demand accelerate over the last year for its window cleaning drones and power washing robots.

Sonnet 039 - XXXIX
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leis…

Chat Bots are a perpetual email machine

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The Bots:
🎵 Scatter Brains (Edit)
#NowPlaying #TheBots
https://thebotsband.bandcamp.com/track/scatter-brains
https://open.spotify.com/track/3m241a2mFTD9BVqUsRZ3rt

Sonnet 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…

Lots of users spouting nonsense lately. No idea if they are bots or what, and what the purpose is, but good thing we can mute

I love the sense of humour:
<https://old.reddit.com/user/spez/comments/1s3ezrc/humans_welcome_bots_must_wear_name_tags/ocfaspc/?context=3>

Just a little shoutout to @…, who has created some really funny bots for the Fediverse.
https://jplebreton.com/bots/#lecrooms

Sonnet 069 - LXIX
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues, that give thee so thine own,
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of t…

Chatbots are a pain. So, people build a new (startup-)bot to navigate through the old bots. Silicon Valley happily funds this endless loop. 🔁

Sonnet 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 …

"When the bots, recommender systems, and automated agents many people use daily are the same technologies used to wage war, how should we understand and hold these systems to account?"
https://aiwar.cloud/

Reddit says it will label automated accounts that provide a service to users and will require accounts suspected of being bots to verify they are human (Sarah Perez/TechCrunch)
https://techcrunch.com/2026/03/25/reddit-bots-new-human-verification-requirement…

Reddit takes on the bots with new 'human verification' requirements for fishy behavior | TechCrunch
Reddit will require suspected automated accounts to verify they’re human, as it ramps up efforts to curb bot-driven spam and manipulation.

"The bubble has burst, decent people can see what they are, and those who were once unsure are now sure and are turning their backs on Reform UK LTD. All they have is their die-hard fan base of racists, fascists and bots and bots can’t vote."
It’s All Starting to Unravel for Reform UK LTD - Dorset Eye
https://

It’s All Starting to Unravel for Reform UK LTD - Dorset Eye
The whole charade is starting to show; the facade has dropped, and the majority have simply had enough. The shop window of Kent County Council has been an abject failure, and Farage rarely mentions it now, hoping others don’t ask him how it’s doing. In Worcestershire County Council he’s now griping he wished he’d never […]

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Lady Wray:
🎵 You're Gonna Win
#NowPlaying #LadyWray
https://open.spotify.com/track/6rD4rSzKgu7YSy9RR5ICsS
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

RE: https://infosec.exchange/@patrickcmiller/116328439530412007
Reddit: humans welcome (bots must wear name tags)
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I completely agree, Caithyn… or should I say… Claude!
#ai #bots #fediverse

KI-Bots als Täter-Software: Wenn Algorithmen Kindesmissbrauch simulieren
Auf Plattformen wie Chub AI werden Sprachmodelle trainiert, sexualisierte Gewalt gegen Kinder darzustellen und Nutzer in Missbrauchsszenarien zu verwickeln.

KI-Bots als Täter-Software: Wenn Algorithmen Kindesmissbrauch simulieren
Auf Plattformen wie Chub AI werden Sprachmodelle trainiert, sexualisierte Gewalt gegen Kinder darzustellen und Nutzer in Missbrauchsszenarien zu verwickeln.

RE: https://bots.fedi.cr/@semanario_universidad/116644632026778475
Sin sorpresa alguna

Reddit says it will label automated accounts that provide a service to users and will require accounts suspected of being bots to verify they are human (Sarah Perez/TechCrunch)
https://techcrunch.com/2026/03/25/reddit-bots-new-human-verification-requirement…

Reddit takes on the bots with new 'human verification' requirements for fishy behavior | TechCrunch
Reddit will require suspected automated accounts to verify they’re human, as it ramps up efforts to curb bot-driven spam and manipulation.

Bits & Bots For Business - By Rocking Rose Technology
For leaders, operators, and founders who sit at the intersection of technology, automation, and real-world business, hosted by Stephanie Gaddin...
Great Australian Pods Podcast Directory: https://www.greataustralianpods.com/bits-b

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on KEXP's #MidnightInAPerfectWorld
Mark Vernon:
🎵 Automated mailroom (OPEX Mail Matrix) - scanning and reading envelopes / i-BOTS distributing mail to bins
#MarkVernon
https://deathisnot.bandcamp.com/track/automated-mailroom-opex-mail-matrix-scanning-and-reading-envelopes-i-bots-distributing-mail-to-bins

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Arlo Parks:
🎵 2SIDED
#NowPlaying #ArloParks
https://open.spotify.com/track/1kdHE79HtKUGmJ1vDyp69j
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

«Reddit-Chef schockt Nutzer: Zugang bald nur per Gesichts-Scan?
Die Online-Plattform Reddit prüft neue Maßnahmen zur Verifizierung ihrer Nutzer. Ziel ist es, sicherzustellen, dass hinter Accounts tatsächlich Menschen stehen - und nicht automatisierte Bots»
…und dann sinkt die reale Useranzahl massiv nach unten wenn Bots draussen bleiben. Des weiteren wird wahrscheinlich desw. @…

Reddit-Chef schockt Nutzer: Zugang bald nur per Gesichts-Scan?
Die Online-Plattform Reddit prüft neue Maßnahmen zur Verifizierung ihrer Nutzer. Ziel ist es, sicherzustellen, dass hinter Accounts tatsächlich Menschen stehen - und nicht automatisierte Bots.

Sonnet 130 - CXXX
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 damasked, 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 …

“To waste what little bandwidth we have left – when 750 million people worldwide lack access to electricity – assisting some of the richest men ever to hone their plagiarism bots would be a historic idiocy that future generations are unlikely to forgive today’s leaders for.”
#StochasticParrots
#LLMs

Oh this is new from Fathom Analytics!
Bots Blocked report.
My filly link: https://usefathom.com/ref/ILRGSP

Sonnet 126 - CXXVI
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
…

I've decided that I'm making all my kids (well... the 4 living with me) watch this tonight. I would highly encourage others to do the same. Depression is so, so common. I could see plenty of folks getting caught up in these chat bots. They've heard this all from me, but John Oliver does such a great job.
https://www.yo…

Sonnet 042 - XLII
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing…

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Tristan Brusch:
🎵 Vierzehn
#NowPlaying #TristanBrusch
https://open.spotify.com/track/7yKdsoRelucICCMTLbcfjz
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

@… welcome to gardenstate.social! To help weed out the bots let us know how you found us and picked this server to join? Be descriptive!

Bots kaufen schneller Tickets als Ihr "Jetzt kaufen" klicken könnt. 💔🤖 Bundesjustizministerin Stefanie Hubig hat angekündigt, härter gegen die Preisexzesse auf dem Ticketzweitmarkt durchzugreifen.
Zum Artikel: https://heise.de/-11303077?wt_mc=sm.re

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Marlon Magnee:
🎵 People Are Afraid
#NowPlaying #MarlonMagnee
https://open.spotify.com/track/4ARZSaY13oxocIbvHBKoLi
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

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Ray Charles feat. Natalie Cole:
🎵 Fever
#NowPlaying #RayCharles #NatalieCole
https://open.spotify.com/track/2AcDdgk7gSs1gJKcIsi6Ep
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

@… also:
Reddit Just Declared War on Bots. Here’s What That Means for Your Brand’s Presence — Ethan Crump, Foundation Marketing <https://foundationinc.co/reddit-bot-cr…

Sonnet 049 - XLIX
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge …

Sonnet 140 - CXL
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might s…

🇺🇦 Auf #radioeins läuft...
Matt Berninger:
🎵 Bonnet Of Pins (Radio-Edit)
#NowPlaying #MattBerninger
https://mattberninger.bandcamp.com/track/bonnet-of-pins
https://open.spotify.com/track/2TqQMPjKGzaZUcuLBCkuL2
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

Sonnet 003 - III
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lov…

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Gotye feat. Kimbra:
🎵 Somebody That I Used To Know
#NowPlaying #Gotye #Kimbra
https://hamooniii.bandcamp.com/track/gotye-ft-kimbra-somebody-that-i-used-to-know-hamooniii-remix
https://open.spotify.com/track/6md4w95cnKaW64JyEQ3A0L
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

A 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.

Streaming fraud man who pocketed $8m using hundreds of thousands of AI songs streamed billions of times by
Smith is scheduled to be sentenced on July 29…

Sonnet 047 - XLVII
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy s…

Sonnet 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,

Sonnet 141 - CXLI
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foo…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 008 - VIII
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to …

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Madness:
🎵 Bullingdon Boys
#NowPlaying #Madness
https://open.spotify.com/track/6NgUbs4JTjq465CUbG7yag
Schon gewusst❓
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Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

Sonnet 053 - LIII
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,

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Passion Mango:
🎵 Bloody Eyes
#NowPlaying #PassionMango
https://open.spotify.com/track/4YUBcBSUIXfCNNFAaWQcyG
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

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Σtella:
🎵 Omorfo Mou
#NowPlaying #Σtella
https://stellawithasigma.bandcamp.com/track/omorfo-mou
https://open.spotify.com/track/4KOhnlI6HqciJJYZILjylB
Schon gewusst❓
Wenn Du einen Beitrag des Bots ⭐ FAVORISIERST, erfährt das nur der Bot - nicht Deine FollowerInnen.
Wenn Du einen Song weitererempfehlen möchtest, dann 🔁 TEILE ihn❗

Sonnet 148 - CXLVIII
O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no,
How can it? O! how can Love's eye be true,
That is so v…

Sonnet 076 - LXXVI
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
O! know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;…

Sonnet 083 - LXXXIII
I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet's debt:
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my …

Sonnet 132 - CXXXII
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O! let it then as well beseem thy h…

Sonnet 140 - CXL
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might s…

Sonnet 097 - XCVII
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
But hope of o…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 072 - LXXII
O! lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove.
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O! lest your true love may seem false in this
That you for love speak well of me…

Sonnet 044 - XLIV
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To l…

Sonnet 150 - CL
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear a…

Sonnet 079 - LXXIX
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word
From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give,

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 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 …

Sonnet 011 - XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made f…

Sonnet 077 - LXXVII
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to th…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 106 - CVI
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;…

Sonnet 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 …

Sonnet 135 - CXXXV
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vexed thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 142 - CXLII
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
W…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 088 - LXXXVIII
When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted;
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my …

Sonnet 031 - XXXI
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the…

Sonnet 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 …

Sonnet 151 - CLI
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize. P…

Sonnet 106 - CVI
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 006 - VI
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten…

Sonnet 048 - XLVIII
How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel t…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 069 - LXIX
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues, that give thee so thine own,
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of t…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 135 - CXXXV
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vexed thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his…

Sonnet 119 - CXIX
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil s…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 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…

Sonnet 140 - CXL
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might s…

Sonnet 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…