CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied pati  new

CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torme  new

LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my  new

L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my  new

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When pro  new

XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath  new

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
My sinful earth these reb  new

CL

O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With  new

XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet me  new

LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy ey  new

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When pro  new

XIII

O! that you were your self; but, love you are
No long  new

LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy ey  new

CIII

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

LIV

O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sw  new

CXLVII

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

CXXIII

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Th  new