CL

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

XLIV

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injur  new

XI

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

LIV

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

CXIV

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

XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon  new

LXXXVI

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

XXIV

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

VIII

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets  new

CXXIV

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It migh  new

CXLIX

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

LXXIV

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all  new

LVIII

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I sh  new

LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yell  new

LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst witho  new

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For al  new

L

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

CLII

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou  new

LXXXI

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

CIV

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you w  new

XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that chu  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

XX

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

CXXII

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

LV

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

LXXXVII

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

XXIV

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

XXII

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as y  new

XXXV

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

CXXXI

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, 
As those who  new

CXXIV

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It migh  new

LXXX

O! how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a bett  new

XIV

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

LVII

Being your slave what should I do but tend,
Upon the  new

LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yell  new

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public  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

XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs wi  new

CXXXIII

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Fo  new