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1. From fairest creatures we defire increase

II. When forty winters fhall befiege thy brow

III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou vieweft

IV. Unthrifty lovelinefs, why doft thou spend

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v. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

VII. Lo, in the orient when the gracious light

VIII. Mufic to hear, why hear'ft thou music fadly

IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

x. For fhame! deny that thou bear'ft love to any
XI. As faft as thou fhalt wane, fo faft thou grow'ft

XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time

XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are

XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

XV. When I confider every thing that grows

XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way

XVII. Who will believe my verfe in time to come

XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a fummer's day

XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws

xx. A woman's face, with Nature's own hand painted 20

XXI. So is it not with me as with that Mufe

XXII. My glass shall not perfuade me I am old

XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage.

XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath

ftell'd.

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xxv. Let those who are in favour with their stars

XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

XXVII. Weary with toil, I hafte me to my bed

XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight.

XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

xxx. When to the feffions of sweet filent thought

XXXI. Thy bofom is endeared with all hearts

XXXII. If thou furvive my well-contented day

XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen

XXXIV. Why didft thou promife fuch a beauteous day

XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou haft done

XXXVI. Let me confefs that we two must be twain

XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight

XXXVIII. How can my Mufe want fubject to invent

XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I fing

XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

XLI. Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

XLII. That thou haft her, it is not all my grief

XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see

XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

XLV. The other two, flight air and purging fire

XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way

XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come

L. How heavy do I journey on the way

LI. Thus can my love excufe the flow offence

LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key

LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made

LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous feem

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LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments .

LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not faid

LVII. Being your flave, what should I do but tend

LVIII. That God forbid that made me first your slave

LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is

LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled

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LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open

LXII. Sin of felf-love possesseth all mine eye

LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now

LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

LXV. Since brafs, nor stone, nor earth, nor bound-

lefs fea

LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for reftful death I cry

LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection fhould he live

LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn

LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth

view

LXX. That thou art blam'd fhall not be thy defect

LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead

LXXII. O, left the world should task you to recite

LXXIII. That time of year thou mayft in me behold

LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arreft

LXXV. So are you to my thoughts as food to life

LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride

LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

LXXVIII. So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse

LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid

LXXX. O, how I faint when I of you do write

LXXXI. Or I fhall live your epitaph to make

LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Mufe

LXXXIII. I never faw that you did painting need

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LXXXIV. Who is it that says moft? which can fay more

LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still

LXXXVI. Was it the proud full fail of his great verse

LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my poffeffing

LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light

LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forfake me for fome fault

xc. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now

XCI. Some glory in their birth, fome in their skill
XCII. But do thy worft to steal thyself away

XCIII. So fhall I live, fuppofing thou art true

XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none

xcv. How sweet and lovely doft thou make the shame

XCVI. Some fay, thy fault is youth, fome wantonnefs

XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been

XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring

XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide

c. Where art thou, Mufe, that thou forget'ft fo

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CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in

feeming

CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth

CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old

cv. Let not my love be call'd idolatry

CVI. When in the chronicle of wafted time

CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic foul

CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character

CIX. O, never fay that I was false of heart

cx. Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there

CXI. O, for my fake do you with Fortune chide

CXII. Your love and pity doth the impreffion fill

CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind

CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with

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cxv. Those lines that I before have writ do lie

CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds

CXVII. Accufe me thus: that I have scanted all

CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen

CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears

cxx. That you were once unkind befriends me now

CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile efteem'd

CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boaft that I do

change

CXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state

CXXV. Were't aught to me I bore the canopy

CXXVI. O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

CXXVII. In the old age black was not counted fair

CXXVIII. How oft, when thou, my mufic, mufic play'st

CXXIX. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame

cxxx. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the fun

CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art

CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me

CXXXIII. Beshrew that heart, that makes my heart to

groan .

CXXXIV. So now I have confeff'd that he is thine

CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou haft thy Will

CXXXVI. If thy foul check thee that I come so near

CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what doft thou to mine

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CXXXIX. O, call not me to justify the wrong

CXL. Be wife as thou art cruel; do not prefs

CXLI. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes