Which of Shakespeare s sonnets are more famous?

Personally, I prefer 2 14 15 30

One four. It is not from the stars that I gather my inferences;

But I thought I was well versed in astrology, but not for the purpose of speculating on the fortunes, and famines, or pestilences, or the winds of the four seasons;

Nor can I tell fortunes for short hours, or point out the thunder and lightning and the wind and rain of each hour, or tell the fortune of the year for the king, according to the heavenly fortunes that I have often found from above.

My magic comes only from your bright eyes, the constant twin stars, which are the harbingers of this auspiciousness:

As long as you change your mind and are willing to save after passing on, truth and beauty will both be with you forever.

Otherwise, I will show you so

Your last day will be the death of truth and beauty.

Fifteen. When I contemplate all the lively life.

It is only a moment to keep their fragrance, and the stage of the universe is only playing some tricks.

Drawn by the stars of heaven in the darkness;

When I found that man was as fertile as the grass and trees, and let the same heaven encourage and hinder him, when he was young and strong, he flourished, and when he was prosperous, he was bound to rebel, and the prosperity and splendor were erased from memory;

And so all these signs of dying were born.

I will present you in my eyes at a young age, and see the cruel time and the accomplice of decay, and turn the day of your youth into night;

For your love I will fight against time :

He broke you, and I will graft you again.

Nineteen. Gluttonous time, to blunt the claws of the lion, to command the earth to devour its beloved infants, to pull out its fangs under the jaw of a tiger, to burn the long-lived phoenix, to exterminate its species, to make the season sad or happy when you fly away;

Moreover, the time of the short is as wanton as it can be.

This vast world and its easy to thank Fangfei;

Only this heinous sin I forbid you to commit:

Oh, don't carve the years on my beloved forehead, or scribble the wrinkles with an old iron pen :

Do not stain it in your flight, so that it may be a beautiful example for posterity.

But, despite the rampant, old times, with how ruthless you are, my love will last forever in my poems.

3. When I summon the memory of what has passed.

Appearing in the court in the court of fragrant meditation, I could not help but sigh for the many defects of my life, and weep again with old hatred;

So I can drown the dry eyes, mourn the beauty of many voices for those relatives and friends who have been buried in the night platform for a long time, and cry the sorrow that has been erased by love for a long time:

So I was melancholy for the melancholy of the past, and counted them one by one, from pain to pain, and the old accounts of many whimpering whimpering, as if they had not been paid, were now being paid again.

But as soon as I think of you at that moment, my dear friend, all the losses are recovered, and the sorrow is gone.