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I. From fairest creatures we desire increase 2. When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, 3. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest 4. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend 5. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame 6. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface 7. Lo! in the orient when the gracious light 8. Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? 9. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye 10. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, 11. As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest 12. When I do count the clock that tells the time 13. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are 14. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; 15. When I consider every thing that grows 16. But wherefore do not you a mightier way 17. Who will believe my verse in time to come 18. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 19. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, 20. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted 21. So is it not with me as with that Muse 22. My glass shall not persuade me I am old, 23. As an unperfect actor on the stage 24. Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd 25. Let those who are in favour with their stars 26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage 27. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, 28. How can I then return in happy plight, 29. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, 30. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought 31. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, 32. If thou survive my well-contented day, 33. Full many a glorious morning have I seen 34. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, 35. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: 36. Let me confess that we two must be twain, 37. As a decrepit father takes delight 38. How can my Muse want subject to invent, 39. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, 40. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; 41. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, 42. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, 43. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, 44. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, 45. The other two, slight air and purging fire, 46. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war 47. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, 48. How careful was I, when I took my way, 49. Against that time, if ever that time come, 50. How heavy do I journey on the way, 52. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key 53. What is your substance, whereof are you made, 54. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem 55. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments 56. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said 57. Being your slave, what should I do but tend 58. That god forbid that made me first your slave, 59. If there be nothing new, but that which is 60. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, 61. Is it thy will thy image should keep open 62. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye 63. Against my love shall be, as I am now, 64. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced 65. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, 66. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, 67. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, 68. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, 69. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view 70. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, 71. No longer mourn for me when I am dead 72. O, lest the world should task you to recite 73. That time of year thou mayst in me behold 74. But be contented: when that fell arrest 75. So are you to my thoughts as food to life, 76. Why is my verse so barren of new pride, 77. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,

78. So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse 79. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, 80. O, how I faint when I of you do write, 81. Or I shall live your epitaph to make, 82. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse 83. I never saw that you did painting need 84. Who is it that says most? which can say more 85. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, 86. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse 87. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, 88. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, 89. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, 90. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; 91. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, 92. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, 93. So shall I live, supposing thou art true, 94. They that have power to hurt and will do none, 95. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame 96. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; 97. How like a winter hath my absence been 98. From you have I been absent in the spring, 99. The forward violet thus did I chide: 100. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long 101. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends 102. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in 103. Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, 104. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, 105. Let not my love be call'd idolatry, 106. When in the chronicle of wasted time 107. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul 108. What's in the brain that ink may character 109. O, never say that I was false of heart, 110. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there 111. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide 112. Your love and pity doth the impression fill 113. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; 114. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, 115. Those lines that I before have writ do lie, 116. Let me not to the marriage of true minds 117. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all 118. Like as, to make our appetites more keen, 119. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, 120. That you were once unkind befriends me now, 121. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, 122. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain 123. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: 124. If my dear love were but the child of state, 125. Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, 126. O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power 127. In the old age black was not counted fair, 128. How oft, when thou, my music, music play's 129. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame 130. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; 131. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, 132. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, 133. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan 134. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, 135. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' 136. If thy soul check thee that I come so near 137. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, 138. When my love swears that she is made of truth 139. O, call not me to justify the wrong 140. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press 141. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, 142. Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, 143. Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch 144. Two loves I have of comfort and despair, 145. Those lips that Love's own hand did make 146. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, 147. My love is as a fever, longing still 148. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, 149. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, 150. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might 151. Love is too young to know what conscience is; 152. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, 153. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: 154. The little Love-god lying once asleep

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