CXXXIII

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon  

XLVIII

How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle u  

CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 
My sinful  

CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I  

XXXIV

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And mak  

XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am deba  

LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For sla  

CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd  

CXI

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty g  

XCIX

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whe  

X

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for  

XXV

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public  

LXXXIII

I never saw that you did painting need,
And theref  

LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy  

CXLIV

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like  

XIX

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make  

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having  

XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, l  

LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to  

XLVIII

How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle u  

XXIX

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

LVIII

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I sh  

II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep  

CXXIV

If my dear love were but the child of state,
It migh  

XVIII

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

XLIII

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For al  

CXXXIX

O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkind  

L

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

CLI

Love is too young to know what conscience is, 
Yet who  

CXX

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for th  

LVIII

That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I sh  

LXXXIV

Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than  

CXLII

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

CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, 
For they  

CX

Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made  

CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, 
For they  

XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were  

XXXV

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Ros  

XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were  

III

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now i  

CL

O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With  

LXXXVIII

When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
And  

VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy  

CXLVIII

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which ha