XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have as  new

LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial  new

CXXVI

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's  new

CIII

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such  new

LXVI

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

LXXXVII

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like  new

CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not  new

XXVI

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

CV

Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
Nor my beloved as  new

CXLIX

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