LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And  new

LXI

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

XLII

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may b  new

XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath  new

CI

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

CXLI

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

LXXXVI

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

XLII

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

LIX

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

LXXX

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

XLII

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

LXXXV

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

XC

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while t  new

CXXVI

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

CXXXIV

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

XCII

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

LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my s  new

CXLVIII

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

XLI

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

XXXV

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

C

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

CXII

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

XXVIII

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

LXXX

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

LXXIII

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

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  new

XXII

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

LXXIII

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

LV

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

CXVII

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

LXXIX

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

XC

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while t  new

LXXIV

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all  new

LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall  new

XXII

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

CVII

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

LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And  new

CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's  new

CXV

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

CXLI

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

CXVIII

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

LXXV

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

CXXXI

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

LXX

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

III

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

CXXXIX

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

LIX

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

LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst witho  new

LX

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

CXXXIII

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Fo  new

LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge s  new

XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
  new

LXI

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

XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were  new

XCVI

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

CII

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

CXXXI

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

CVIII

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

XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
  new

XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although o  new

LIX

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

L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary  new

XXXI

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

XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that chu  new

XCIII

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a dec  new

CXLVIII

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

C

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

I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby b  new

L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my  new

XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
  new

CXXVII

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

XIV

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

CXLIX

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

LVII

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

XVI

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

CXIX

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

CXI

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

CXX

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

CXLV

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

CXXXIV

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

LX

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

LXXXV

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

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  new

XLVIII

How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle u  new

LXXVIII

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

III

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

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such  new

CXXXIII

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Fo  new

LXXV

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

CII

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less  new

XCI

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