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This line conveys the inevitable defeat in trying to resist Time, imagined as a grim reaper wielding a scythe.

The speaker reflects on the destructive power of Time, personified as having a 'fell hand' that ruins beauty and life.

This line ensures the immortality of the beloved and the sonnet itself, as long as humanity exists to read it.

The speaker opens by revealing his reflective and introspective state, considering it as formal, judicial 'sessions' where thoughts are evaluated.

This line poses a rhetorical question comparing someone to the beauty of a summer day, commonly interpreted as exploring the theme of love's transcending beauty.

The speaker is questioning the sustainability of summer's sweetness, drawing a parallel to the fragile nature of beauty and life.

This line begins a sonnet that subverts typical love poem metaphors by realistically describing the speaker's lover, emphasizing genuine affection over idealized love.

The poet suggests that through procreation the beauty of the beloved can be preserved for posterity, likening beauty to a 'rose' that should not wither.

This line wonders how beauty can argue against the 'rage' of time, personifying beauty as if it were a defendant in court.

Here, the speaker describes the beloved's beauty as a generous gift meant to be shared, presumably through procreation.

The line suggests that with the beloved's death, the quintessence of truth and beauty will also meet their end, emphasizing the individual's importance to these ideals.

This line promises eternal youth and beauty to the beloved, metaphorically saying they'll not lose their qualities like the summer does.

This line describes a feeling of social isolation and failure, a sentiment of being out of favor with society and luck.

Here, the speaker compares himself to late autumn, suggesting he is in the twilight of his years, nearing the end of life's cycle.

The speaker asserts that the beloved will never age in his eyes, expressing timeless admiration and the constancy of his perception.

The poet criticizes the beloved for being selfish, suggesting a lack of procreation is akin to a merchant not engaging in trade.

This line defiantly claims that Death will not boast about claiming the beloved, as the sonnet will preserve their memory.

The speaker suggests that the memory of the beloved's love is as enriching as material wealth, providing comfort during hard times.

The poet cautions the beloved that if they choose not to procreate, they risk being forgotten after death.