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xxi. So is it not with me as with that Muse . .

XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old .

XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage . . .

xxiv. Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stelld

xxv. Let those who are in favour with their stars .

XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed . .

XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight .

XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes.

xxx. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought .

XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts . .

XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day .

XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen .

XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

Xxxv. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done

XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain .

XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight . .

XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent .

XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing

XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

XLI. Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits .

XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief .

XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see .

XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire .

XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war .

XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took .

XLVII. How careful was I, when I took my way .

XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come .

L. How heavy do I journey on the way . .

LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence .

LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key .

LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made .

LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments . .

LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said . .

LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend .

LVIII. That God forbid that made me first your slave .

LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is .

LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore.

LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open .

LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye . .

LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now . .

LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

LXVI. Tird with all these, for restful death I cry. .

LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection should he live .

LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn. .

LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

LXX. That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect. .

LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead .

LXXII. O, lest the world should task you to recite .

LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold .

LXXIV. But be contented : when that fell arrest . .

LXXV. So are you to my thonghts as food to life .

LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride . .

LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

LXXVIII. So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse . .

LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid . .

LXXX. O, how I faint when I of you do write . .

LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make . .

LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse. .

LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need . .

Lxxxiv. Who is it that says most? which can say more :

Lxxxv. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still

LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse. .

LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing .

LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light. .

LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault .

xo. Then hate me when tliou wilt; if ever, now . :

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XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill : 158

XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away . . 158

XCIII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true . . 159

xciv. They that have power to hurt and will do none .

xcv. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame .

XCVI. Some say, thy fault is youth, some wantonness . 160

XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been . . 161

XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring . . 161

xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide . . . 162

c. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long .

CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends . 163

CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming 163

CII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth : 164

civ. To me, fair friend, you never can be old . . 164

cv. Let not my love be call’d idolatry . . .

CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time . : 165

CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul . .

CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character. .

CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart . . . 167

cx. Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there . . 167

CXI. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide . 168

CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill. . 168

CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind . .

CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you . 169

CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie . . 170

cxvi. Let me not to the marriage of true minds . . 170

CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all

CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen . . 171

CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears . . 172

cxx. That you were once unkind befriends me now

CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd . . . 173

CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain .

CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change . 174

CXXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state . . 174

cxxv. Were't aught to me I bore the canopy . . .175

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