SONNET 26

       When lovely wrath my Mistress' heart assaileth,
       LOVE's golden darts take aim from her bright eyes;
       And PSYCHE, VENUS' rosy couch empaleth,
       Placed in her cheeks, with lilies, where she lies !
       And when She smiles, from her sweet looks and cheerful,
       Like PHOEBUS, when through sudden clouds he starteth
       (After stern tempests, showers, and thunder fearful) ;
       So She, my world's delight, with her smiles hearteth !
       AURORA yellow looks when my Love blushes,
       Wearing her hair's bright colour in her face !
       And from love's ruby portal lovely rushes,
       For every word she speaks, an angel's grace !
       If She be silent, every man in place
           With silence wonders her ! and if She sleep,
           Air doth, with her breath's murmur, music keep.

       SONNET 54

       When I was young, indued with Nature's graces,
         I stole blind LOVE's strong bow and golden arrows
         To shoot at redbreasts, goldfinches, and sparrows;
         At shrewd girls; and at boys, in other places.
       I shot when I was vexèd with disgraces.
         I pierced no skin, but melted up their marrows.
         How many boys and girls wished mine embraces !
         How many praised my favour, 'bove all faces !
       But once, PARTHENOPHE ! by thy sweet side sitting,
         LOVE had espied me, in a place most fitting:
         Betrayed by thine eyes' beams (which make blind see)
       He shot at me; and said "for thine eyes' light,
         This daring boy (that durst usurp my right)
         Take him ! a wounded slave to LOVE and Thee !"
 
 

       SONNET 63

       JOVE for EUROPA's love took shape of Bull;
       And for CALISTO played DIANA's part;
       And in a golden shower he fillèd full
       The lap of DANAE, with celestial art.
       Would I were changed but to my Mistress' gloves,
       That those white lovely fingers I might hide !
       That I might kiss those hands, which mine heart loves !
       Or else that chain of pearl (her neck's vain pride)
       Made proud with her neck's veins, that I might fold
       About that lovely neck, and her paps tickle !
       Or her to compass like a belt of gold !
       Or that sweet wine which down her throat doth trickle,
           To kiss her lips and lie next at her heart,
           Run through her veins, and pass by Pleasure's part !

Source: http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/Barnes01.htm