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INTRODUCTION- Part I.
„ Part II. . . . . .
1. From fairest creatures we desire increase . .
11. When forty winters shall besiege thy brow .
III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest.
iv. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend .
V. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface .
VII. Lo, in the Orient when the gracious light . .
VIII. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly .
IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye . . .
x. For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any
XI. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st .
XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time.
XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are .
XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck .
XV. When I consider every thing that grows . .
XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way .
XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come .
XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? .
XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws .
xx. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
119 . 120
121 . 122
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 . :
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