CLI

Love is too young to know what conscience is  new

LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you mad  new

LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
H  new

C

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so lo  new

CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
W  new

LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you mad  new

XLV

The other two, slight air, and purging fire
  new

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring  new

XXXIX

O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
  new

XLI

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
Wh  new

CI

O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
For th  new

LXVIII

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn  new

CXXX

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun  new

CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
D  new

CXXIV

If my dear love were but the child of stat  new

I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That  new

LXXXVI

Was it the proud full sail of his great v  new

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
I  new

LXXII

O! lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should lov  new

XX

A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my pass  new

LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy esti  new

LXVII

Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impi  new

LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet  new

XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarre'd the benefit of res  new

CLII

In loving thee thou know'st I am fors  new

XXII

My glass shall not persuade me I am ol  new

XI

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou  new

XXXII

If thou  new

XCV

How sweet  new

CXLII

Love is  new

CVI

When in t  new

CXXIX

The exp  new

CIX

O! never  new

CXLVII

My lov  new

LXVII

Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society? 
Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
And steel dead seeming of his living h  new

LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
O! that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of  new

XLV

The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to the  new

XCIII

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I canno  new

LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I lov  new