Shakespeare's 154 sonnets are available.
Well, I am not competent enough to comment or discourse upon the quality of the sonnets.
Just have a look
13-lettered words/phrases:
celestial face
12-lettered words/phrases:
earthly faces
borrowed face
10-lettered words/phrases:
golden face
their faces
9-lettered words/phrases:
sweet face
8-lettered words/phrases:
that face
7-lettered words/phrases:
the face
old face
thy face
Thy face
thy face
thy face
her face
6-lettered words/phrases:
no face
my face
5-lettered words/phrases:
a face
a face
| With ugly rack on his celestial face,. And from the forlorn world his visage hide |
| Such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces.. So should my papers (yellowed with their age) |
| Fairing the foul with art's false borrowed face,. Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower, |
| Kissing with golden face the meadows green;. Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy: |
| Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces,. Others, but stewards of their excellence: |
| Rise resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,. If time have any wrinkle graven there, |
| Now is the time that face should form another,. Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, |
| Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,. Now is the time that face should form another, |
| Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.. Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, |
| That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell,. Whatever thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be, |
| Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;. To say they err, I dare not be so bold, |
| A thousand groans but thinking on thy face,. One on another's neck do witness bear |
| As those two mourning eyes become thy face:. O let it then as well beseem thy heart |
| To follow that which flies before her face:. Not prizing her poor infant's discontent; |
| Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,. No shape so true, no truth of such account, |
| And therefore from my face she turns my foes,. That they elsewhere might dart their injuries: |
| Look in your glass and there appears a face,. That over-goes my blunt invention quite, |
| To put fair truth upon so foul a face?. In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, |
