CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me  new

CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and til  new

XLIV

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance sh  new

CXLV

Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound t  new

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this pow  new

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