CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of t  new

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere tho  new

XII

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

XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all a  new

LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And  new

CI

O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect  new

CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I s  new

XXXV

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

CXXII

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

LXXII

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

CXLVIII

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspond  new

IV

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy b  new

LXXVI

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from  new

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public  new

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, d  new

XXXIX

O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the bett  new

CXVIII

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

CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Dri  new

CXXIII

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

L

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

XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is p  new

XI

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st,
In o  new

CXXXII

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

CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that w  new