LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
Whil  new

CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Ti  new

I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby b  new

XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his activ  new

LXXXVIII

When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And  new

CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see description  new

LXXXVIII

When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And  new

LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge s  new

XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see  new

XCVI

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some sa  new

XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide  new

LXXXVI

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Boun  new

LXXII

O! lest the world should task you to recite
What mer  new

CXXXIV

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I m  new

XXIV

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

CXLIX

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

CXXXIII

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Fo  new

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having  new

LXXXI

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive  new

CXII

Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which vu  new