VIII

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with s  new

XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Dea  new

XCI

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in thei  new

IV

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self  new

XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a  new

LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
  new

XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide  new

CXLIX

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

LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge s  new

XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although o  new

XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath  new

LXXII

O! lest the world should task you to recite
What mer  new

XCI

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some i  new

LXXXVIII

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

LXXVIII

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found  new

LXVI

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

LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's i  new

CII

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;  new

XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet me  new

XXVIII

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

XLIV

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injur  new

LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my s  new

C

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To spe  new