LXXXIV. Who is it that says most? which can say 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 dispof'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 worst 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 wantonness
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
CI. O truant Mufe, what shall be thy amends
CII. My love is ftrengthen'd, though more weak in
CIII. Alack, what poverty my Mufe 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 say that I was falfe of heart