CXLIX

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against m  new

CXI

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess  new

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outliv  new

LXVIII

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty li  new

CXX

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for th  new

XX

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast t  new

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  new

LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For sla  new

XC

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while t  new

XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although o  new

CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my  new

XIX

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make  new

LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yell  new

XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lac  new

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall  new

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo  new

LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For sla  new

CII

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;  new

CXVIII

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager  new