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

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