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

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xxv. Let those who are in favour with their stars 25

xxvi. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

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

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xxvuL How can I then return in happy plight .

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xxix. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes 29

xxx. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought 30

xxxi. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

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xxx11. If thou survive my well-contented day

XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen 33

xxxiv. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

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xxxv. No more be grieved at that which thou hast donc 35

xxxvi. Let me confess that we two must be twain 36

XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight

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XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent 38

xxxix. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing 39

XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all 40

xli. Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

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

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XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see 43

xliv. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought 44

xlv. The other two, Night air and purging fire

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XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took 47

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

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XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come

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L. How heavy do I journey on the way

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LI. Thus can my love excuse the flow offence

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

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LIK. What is your substance, whereof are you made 53

LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

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Lv. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

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

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

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LVIII. That God forbid that made me firft your slave

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LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is 59

LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled

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LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open

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LXII. Sin of self-love poffefseth all mine eye

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

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

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

less sea

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LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry 66

LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection should he live 67

LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn 68

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

view

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

LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead

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LxxII. O, lest the world should talk you to recite

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LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold

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Lxxiv. But be contented : when that fell arrest

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

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LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride

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LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear 77

LXXVIII. So oft have I invok'd thee for

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Muse

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LXXIX. Whilft I alone did call upon thy aid

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

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LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make

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LXXXH. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse 82

LXXXI. I never saw that you did painting need

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Lxxxiv. Who is it that says most? which can say more 84

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

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LXXXVI. Was it the proud full fail of his great verse 86

LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

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LXXXVIII, When thou shalt be dispor'd to set me light 88

LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault 89

xc. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now 90

xci. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

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XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away

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XCII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true

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

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xcv. How sweet and lovely doft thou make the shame

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xcvi. Some say, thy fault is youth, some wantonness 96

XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been

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xcviii. From you have I been absent in the spring

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xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide

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C. Where art thou. Muse, that thou forget'st so

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ci. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends

cii. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in

seeming

CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth 103

civ. To me, fair friend, you never can be old 104

cv. Let not my love be call'd idolatry

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CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time

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cvii. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul 107

CVIII. What's in the brain that ink

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

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

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

cxı. Your love and pity doth the impression fill

cxii. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind 113

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