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