LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
An  new

XVI

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make  new

LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold  new

CXVII

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

X

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any  new

LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My v  new

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
T  new

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princ  new

XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
  new

LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled sh  new

CXX

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
  new

CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd  new

LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I c  new

XLII

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
  new

XXII

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

CX

Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there,  new

LI

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of m  new

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,  new

LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled sh  new

V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
T  new

XCIX

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet  new

CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying m  new

XII

When I do count the clock that tells the tim  new

LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princ  new

XCI

Some glory in their birth, some in their ski  new

LI

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of m  new

XXXV

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

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,  new

CXXII

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
  new

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring  new

LXVII

Ah! wherefore with infection should he liv  new

XIII

O! that  new