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II.
III.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
V.
VI.
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
VII. Lo, in the Orient when the gracious light
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
VIII.
IX.
X.
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any
XI. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
When I do count the clock that tells the time
XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
XII.
XIV.
XV.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
When I consider every thing that grows
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
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XVI.
XVII.
Who will believe my verse in time to come
XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws XX. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse
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XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old
XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage.
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XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell❜d
XXV. Let those who are in favour with their stars
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LI.
LII.
XXVI.
XXVII.
XXVIII.
XXXII.
XXXIII.
XXXV.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
How can I then return in happy plight
XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
XXX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
If thou survive my well-contented day
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain
XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight
XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent
XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire.
XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
XL.
XLI.
XLII. XLIII. XLIV.
XLVII.
XLVIII.
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
How careful was I, when I took my way
XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come
How heavy do I journey on the way
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
What is your substance, whereof are you made
LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
LIII.
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
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LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend
That God forbid that made me first your slave
If there be nothing new, but that which is
LVIII.
LIX.
LX.
LXI.
LXII.
LXIV.
LXV.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore.
Is it thy will thy image should keep open
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry
LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection should he live
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
LXX. That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
LXVI.
LXVIII.
LXIX.
LXXI.
LXXII.
O, lest the world should task you to recite
LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest
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
LXXX.
LXXXI.
LXXXII.
LXXXIV.
O, how I faint when I of you do write
Or I shall live your epitaph to make
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need
Who is it that says most? which can say more
LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light.
LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now .
LXXXVI.
LXXXVII.
XC.
XCI.
XCII.
XCIII.
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
But do thy worst to steal thyself away
So shall I live, supposing thou art true
XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none
XCV. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
XCVI. Some say, thy fault is youth, some wantonness
XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been
XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring
The forward violet thus did I chide
XCIX.
C.
CI.
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
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
CIV.
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CVII.
CVIII.
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
What's in the brain that ink may character
CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart
cx. Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there
CXI.
CXII.
CXIII.
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide
Your love and pity doth the impression fill
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie
CXVII.
CXVIII.
CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
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
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
CXXI.
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CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
CXXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state
CXXV. Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
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