CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wid  

XXIX

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all a  

XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear resp  

CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing  

L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my  

LXVII

Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
And wit  

CXLIX

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I aga  

CXLIX

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I aga  

LXVIII

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When bea  

IV

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self  

CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my  

CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wid  

LXVIII

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When bea  

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art mo  

XXIII

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fea