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CONTENTS.
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
fhore.
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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