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I. From fairest creatures we desire increase

II. 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

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XXIV.

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

XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old

As an unperfect actor on the stage.

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Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd

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XXV.

XXVI.

Let those who are in favour with their stars

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

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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

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XLVI.

XXX.

XXXII.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

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

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief

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

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

XLII.

XLIV.

XLV.

The other two, slight air and purging fire.

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

How careful was I, when I took my way

XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come

XLVIII.

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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

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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

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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

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

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

LXVI. Tir'd 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 thoughts as food to life

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LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride

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LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

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

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LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid

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LXXXI.

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

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

XC. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now

XCI.

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away

XCIII.

So shall I live, supposing thou art true

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

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old

Let not my love be call'd idolatry

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
What's in the brain that ink may character
CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart
cx. Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there
CXI. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
Your love and pity doth the impression fill

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

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Some say, thy fault is youth, some wantonness

How like a winter hath my absence been

From you have I been absent in the spring

The forward violet thus did I chide

C.

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

CI.

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends

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

CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth

CIV.

When in the chronicle of wasted time

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

Those lines that I before have writ do lie

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds

CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all

CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen

CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears

CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd

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

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

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

CXXI.

CXXV. Were't aught to me I bore the canopy