XLIII

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

XCVII

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

LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
  new

XCI

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some i  new

CXIV

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

CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Ti  new

CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which  new

XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, l  new

LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy  new

I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby b  new

XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his activ  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

CXL

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

CXVIII

Like as, to make our appetite more keen,
With eager  new

CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd  new

CXXIV

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

XX

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

XXVII

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

LXXXVI

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

CVIII

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

CXLIX

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

LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
W  new

XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see  new

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy  new

CLI

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

X

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thy se  new

XCII

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

XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon  new

CIX

O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence  new

CXXXIV

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I m  new

LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For sla  new

XVI

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon  new

XIV

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

CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, 
For they  new

LXXXI

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

LXXX

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

LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
W  new

LVIII

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

LVIII

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

LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy ey  new

CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which  new

XX

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

CVII

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

LIV

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

CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern  new

LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy  new

LXXXIII

I never saw that you did painting need,
And theref  new

XXXI

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

XCVII

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

CXLVI

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

CXL

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

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When pro  new

LXXV

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as swee  new

III

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now i  new

LIV

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

C

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To spe  new

LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That mi  new

CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not  new

CXXVII

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it  new

CII

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

XXXIV

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And mak  new

LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do  new

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than  new

CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern  new

LXXIV

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all  new

CXLVIII

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which ha  new

XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When pro  new

CXLVI

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

XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all a  new

CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that w  new

XVI

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon  new

CX

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

IV

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self  new

XLI

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

CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I  new

LXXXVIII

When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And  new

LXXXIX

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

LXXXIII

I never saw that you did painting need,
And theref  new

CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my  new

LV

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

LXXXVI

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize  new

CXI

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty g  new

LIX

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

LVII

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

CI

O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect  new

XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide  new

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than  new

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo  new

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public  new

CXX

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for th  new

CXXVII

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it  new

CXXXIX

O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness l  new

LXXIX

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

CXXXIX

O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkind  new

CXXXI

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

VII

Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his  new

LIII

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That mi  new

CIV

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

CL

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

XLI

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

CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I s  new

XLIX

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I sha  new

LXVIII

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

CXLV

Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed f  new

CXXXIX

O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkind  new

LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's i  new

CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in  new

LXXXII

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

LV

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

XCI

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some i  new