C

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To speak of that which  new

XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bone  new

CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy h  new

LXXV

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

LXXVIII

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found  new

LXV

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

XCIX

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whe  new

CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those  new

CXXVI

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

CXIV

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

XCVI

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some sa  new

CXVIII

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

XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am deba  new

XXXIX

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

LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
Whil  new