CII

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I lov  new

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
My sinful earth  new

LXXIX

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

LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been b  new

CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tie  new

CVIII

What's in the brain, that ink may character,
Which hath n  new

XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And eac  new

XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, th  new

CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tie  new

XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear resp  new

LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And there  new

XLI

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am so  new

LXXXI

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

LXVIII

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and di  new

LXXIII

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

CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wid  new

CXXIV

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

XIII

O! that you were your self; but, love you are
No long  new

XXXIX

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

CLI

Love is too young to know what conscience is, 
Yet who  new

CXII

Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which vu  new

XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lac  new

LXVIII

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When bea  new

CX

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

XCII

But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of l  new

LXXXIX

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And  new

CII

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;  new

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
My sinful  new