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1  I. From fairest creatures we desire increase,
2  II. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
3  III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
4  IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
5  V. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
6  VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
7  VII. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
8  III. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
9  IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
10  X. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
11  XI. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
12  XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time,
13  XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
14  XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
15  XV. When I consider every thing that grows
16  XVI. But wherefore do not you a mightier way
17  VII. Who will believe my verse in time to come,
18  XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
19  IX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
20  XX. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
21  XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse
22  XXII. My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
23  XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage
24  XXIV. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
25  XXV. Let those who are in favour with their stars
26  XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
27  XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
28  XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight,
29  XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
30  XXX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
31  XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
32  XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day,
33  XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
34  XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
35  XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
36  XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain,
37  XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight
38  XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent,
39  XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
40  XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
41  XLI. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
42  XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
43  XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
44  XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
45  XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire,
46  XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
47  XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
48  XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way,
49  XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come,
50  L. How heavy do I journey on the way,
51  LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
52  LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
53  LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made,
54  LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
55  LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
56  LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
57  LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend
58  VIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave,
59  LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is
60  LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
61  LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open
62  LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
63  LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now,
64  LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
65  LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
66  LXVI. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
67  LXVII. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
68  LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
69  LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
70  LXX. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
71  LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead
72  LXXII. O, lest the world should task you to recite
73  LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
74  LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest
75  LXXV. So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
76  LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
77  LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
78  LXXVIII. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
79  LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
80  LXXX. O, how I faint when I of you do write,
81  LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
82  LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
83  LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need
84  LXXXIV. Who is it that says most? which can say more
85  LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
86  LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
87  LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
88  LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
89  LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
90  XC. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
91  XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
92  XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
93  XCIII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
94  XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none,
95  XCV. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
96  XCVI. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
97  XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been
98  XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring,
99  XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide:
100  C. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
101  CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
102  CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
103  CIII. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
104  CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
105  CV. Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
106  CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time
107  CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
108  CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character
109  CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart,
110  CX. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
111  CXI. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
112  CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill
113  CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
114  CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
115  CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
116  CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
117  CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
118  CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
119  CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
120  CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now,
121  CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
122  CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
123  CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
124  CXXIV. If my dear love were but the child of state,
125  CXXV. Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
126  CXXVI. O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
127  CXXVII. In the old age black was not counted fair,
128  CXXVIII. How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
129  CXXIX. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
130  CXXX. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
131  CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
132  CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
133  CXXXIII. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
134  CXXXIV. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
135  CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
136  CXXXVI. If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
137  CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
138  CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth
139  CXXXIX. O, call not me to justify the wrong
140  CXL. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
141  CXLI. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
142  CXLII. Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
143  CXLIII. Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
144  CXLIV. Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
145  CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make
146  CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
147  CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still
148  CXLVIII. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
149  CXLIX. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
150  CL. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
151  CLI. Love is too young to know what conscience is;
152  CLII. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
153  CLIII. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
154  CLIV. The little Love-god lying once asleep
 
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