LXXXVI

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

CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longe  new

XXXIV

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me t  new

CXXII

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full chara  new

XX

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

CII

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

LXVII

Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
And wit  new

XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon  new

LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's i  new

LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
W  new

XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Ros  new

CIX

O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence  new

CXLIV

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

LV

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

XLV

The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both w  new

CXLIX

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

CXLII

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