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I
FROM FAIREST CREATURES WE DESIRE INCREASE
II
WHEN FORTY WINTERS SHALL BESIEGE THY BROW
III
LOOK IN THY GLASS, AND TELL THE FACE THOU VIEWEST
IV
UNTHRIFTY LOVELINESS, WHY DOST THOU SPEND
V
THOSE HOURS THAT WITH GENTLE WORK DID FRAME
VI
THEN LET NOT WINTER’S RAGGED HAND DEFACE
VII
LO, IN THE ORIENT WHEN THE GRACIOUS LIGHT
VIII
MUSIC TO HEAR, WHY HEAR’ST THOU MUSIC SADLY?
IX
IS IT FOR FEAR TO WET A WIDOW’S EYE
X
FOR SHAME! DENY THAT THOU BEAR’ST LOVE TO ANY
XI
AS FAST AS THOU SHALT WANE, SO FAST THOU GROWST
XII
WHEN I DO COUNT THE CLOCK I HAT TELLS THE TIME
XIII
O, THAT YOU WERE YOURSELF! BUT, LOVE, YOU ARE
XIV
NOT FROM THE STARS DO I MY JUDGEMENT PLUCK
XV
WHEN I CONSIDER EVERY THING THAT GROWS
XVI
BUT WHEREFORE DO NOT YOU A MIGHTIER WAY
XVII
WHO WILL BELIEVE MY VERSE IN TIME TO COME
XVIII
SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY?
XIX
DEVOURING TIME, BLUNT THOU THE LION’S PAWS
XX
A WOMAN’S FACE WITH NATURE’S OWN HAND PAINTED
XXI
SO IS IT NOT WITH ME AS WITH THAT MUSE
XXII
MY GLASS SHALL NOT PERSUADE ME I AM OLD
XXIII
AS AN UNPERFECT ACTOR ON THE STAGE
XXIV
MINE EYE HATH PLAVD THE PAINTER AND HATH STELL
XXV
LET THOSE WHO ARE IN FAVOUR WITH THEIR STARS
XXVI
LORD OF MY LOVE, TO WHOM IN VASSALAGE
XXVII
WEARY WITH TOIL, I HASTE ME TO MY BED
XXVIII
HOW CAN I THEN RETURN IN HAPPY FLIGHT
XXIX
WHEN, IN DISGRACE WITH FORTUNE AND MEN’S EYES
XXX
WHEN TO THE SESSIONS OF SWEET SILENT THOUGHT
XXXI
THY BOSOM IS ENDEARED WITH ALL HEARTS
XXXII
IF THOU SURVIVE MY WELL–CONTENTED DAY
XXXIII
FULL MANY A GLORIOUS MORNING HAVE I SEEN
XXXIV
WHY DIDST THOU I’ROMISE SUCH A BEAUTEOUS DAY
XXXV
NO MORE BE GRIEVED AT THAT WHICH THOU HAST DONE
XXXVI
LET ME CONFESS THAT WE TWO MUST BE TWAIN
XXXVII
AS A DECREPIT FATHER TAKES DELIGIIT
XXXVIII
HOW CAN MY MUSE WANT SUBJECT TO INVENT
XXXIX
O, HOW THY WORTH WITH MANNERS MAY I SING
XL
TAKE ALL MY LOVES, MY LOVE, YEA, TAKE THEM
XLI
THOSE PRETTY WRONGS TIIAT LIBERTY COMMITS
XLII
THAT THOU HAST HER, IT IS NOT ALL MY GRIEF
XLIII
WHEN MOST I WINK, THEN DO MINE EYES BEST SEE
XLIV
IF THE DULL SUBSTANCE OF MY FLESH WERE THOUGHT
XLV
THE OTHER TWO, SLIGHT AIR AND PURGING FIRE
XLVI
MINE EYE AND HEART ARE AT A MORTAL WAR
XLVII
BETWIXT MINE EYE AND HEART A LEAGUE IS TOOK
XLVIII
HOW CAREFUL WAS I, WHEN I TOOK MY WAY
XLIX
AGAINST THAT TIME, IF EVER THAT TIME COME
L
HOW HEAVY DO I JOURNEY ON THE WAY
LI
THUS CAN MY LOVE EXCUSE THE SLOW OFFENCE
LII
SO AM I AS THE RICH, WHOSE BLESSED KEY
LIII
WHAT IS YOUR SUBSTANCE, WHEREOF ARE YOU MADE
LIV
O, HOW MUCH MORE DOTU BEAUTY BEAUTEOUS SEEM
LV
NOT MARBLE, NOR THE GILDED MONUMENTS
LVI
SWEET LOVE, RENEW THY FORCE; BE IT NOT SAID
LVII
BEING YOUR SLAVE, WHAT SHOULD I DO BUT TEND
LVIII
THAT GOD FORBID THAT MADE ME FIRST YOUR SLAVĒ
LIX
IF THERE BE NOTHING NEW, BUT THAT WHICH IS
LX
LIKE AS THE WAVES MAKE TOWARDS THE PEBBLED SHORE
LXI
IS IT THY WILL THY IMAGE SHOULD KEEP OPEN
LXII
SIN OF SELF-LOVE POSSESSETH ALL MINE EYE
LXIII
AGAINST MY LOVE SHALL BE, AS I AM NOW
LXIV
WHEN I MAVE SEEN BY TIME’S FELL HAND DEFACED
LXV
SINCE BRASS, NOR STONE, NOR EARTH, NOR BOUNDLESS SEA
LXXI
TIRED WITH ALL THESE, FOR RESTFUL DEATH I CRY
LXVII
AH, WHEREFORE WITH INFECTION SHOULD HE LIVE
LXVIII
THUS IS HIS CHEEK THE MAP OF DAYS OUTWORN
LXIX
THOSE PARTS OF THEE THAT THE WORLD’S EYE DOTH VIEW
LXX
THAT THOU ART BLAMED SHALL NOT BE THY DEFECT
LXXI
NO LONGER MOURN FOR ME WHEN I AM DEAD
LXXII
O, LEST THE WORLD SHOULD TASK YOU TO RECITE
LXXIII
THAT TIME OF YEAR THOU MAYST IN ME BEHOLD
LXXIV
BUT BE CONTENTED: WHEN THAT FELL ARREST
LXXV
SO ARE YOU TO MY THOUGHTS AS FOOD TO LIFE
LXXVI
WHY IS MY VERSE SO BARREN OF NEW PRIDE
LXXVII
THY GLASS WILL SHOW THEE HOW THY BEAUTIES WEAR
LXXVIII
SO OFT HAVE I INVOKED THEE FOR MY MUSE
LXXIX
WHILST I ALONE DID CALL UPON THY AID
LXXX
O, HOW I FAINT WHEN I OF YOU DO WRITE
LXXXI
OR I SHALL LIVE YOUR EPITAPH TO MAKE
LXXXII
I GRANT THOU WERT NOT MARRIED TO MY MUSE
LXXXIII
I NEVER SAW THAT YOU DID PAINTING NEED
LXXXIV
WHO IS IT THAT SAYS MOST? WHICH CAN SAY MORE
LXXXV
MY TONGUE-TIED MUSE IN MANNERS HOLDS HER STILL
LXXXVI
WAS IT THE PROUD FULL SA1L OF HIS GREAT VERSE
LXXXVII
FAREWELL! THOU ART TOO DEAR FOR MY POSSESSING
LXXXVIII
WHEN THOU SHALT BE DISPOSED TO SET ME LIGHT
LXXXIX
SAY THAT THOU DIDST FORSAKE ME FOR SOME FAULT
XC
THEN HATE ME WHEN THOU WILT IF EVER, NOW
XCI
SOME GLORY IN THEIR BIRTH, SOME IN THEIR SKILL
XCII
BUT DO THY WORST TO STEAL THYSELF AWAY
XCIII
SO SHALL I LIVE, SUPPOSING THOU ART TRUE
XCIV
THEY THAT HAVE POWER TO HURT AND WILL DO NONE
XCV
HOW SWEET AND LOVELY DOST THOU MAKE THE SHAME
XCVI
SOME SAY, THY FAULT IS YOUTH, SOME WANTONNESS
XCVII
HOW LIKE A WINTER HATH MY ABSENCE BEEN
XCVIII
FROM YOU HAVE I BEEN ABSENT IN THE SPRING
XCIX
THE FORWARD VIOLET THUS DID I CHIDE
C
WHERE ART THOU, MUSE, THAT THOU FORGET’ST SO LONG
CI
O TRUANT MUSE, WHAT SHALL BE THY AMENDS
CII
MY LOVE IS STRENGTHEN’D, THOUGH MORE WEAK IN SEEMING
CIII
ALACK, WHAT POVERTY MY MUSE BRINGS FORTH
CIV
TO ME, FAIR FRIEND, YOU NEVER CAN BE OLD
CV
LET NOT MY LOVE BE CALL’D IDOLATRY
CVI
WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF WASTED TIME
CVII
NOT MINE OWN FEARS, NOR THE PROPHETIC SOUL
CVIII
WHAT’S IN THE BRAIN, THAT INK MAY CHARACTER
CIX
NEVER SAY THAT I WAS FALSE OF HEART
CX
ALAS, ’TIS TRUE I HAVE GONE HERE AND THERE
CXI
O, FOR MY SAKE DO YOU WITH FORTUNE CHIDE
CXII
YOUR LOVE AND PITY DOTH THE IMPRESSION PILL
CXIII
SINCE I LEFT YOU MINE EYE IS IN MY MIND
CXIV
OR WHETHER DOTH MY MIND, BEING CROWN’D WITH YOU
CXV
THOSE LINES THAT I BEFORE HAVE WRITE DO LIE
CXVI
LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS
CXVII
ACCUSE ME THUS: THAT I HAVE SCANTED ALL
CXVIII
LIKE AS, TO MAKE OUR APPETITES MORE KEEN
CXIX
WHAT POTIONS HAVE I DRUNK OF SIREN TEARS
CXX
THAT YOU WERE ONCE UNKIND BEFRIENDS ME NOW
CXXI
T’IS BETTER TO BE VILE THAN VILE ESTEEMED
CXXII
THY GIFT, THY TABLES, ARE WITHIN MY BRAIN
CXXIII
NO, TIME, THOU SHALT NOT BOAST THAT I DO CHANGE
CXXIV
IF MY DEAR LOVE W ERE BUT THE CHILD OF STATE
CXXV
WERE’T AUGHT TO ME I BORE THE CANOPY
CXXVI
O THOU, MY LOVELY BOY, WHO IN THY POWER
CXXVII
IN THE OLD AGE BLACK WAS NOT COUNTED FAIR
CXXVIII
HOW OFT, WHEN THOU, MY MUSIC, MUSIC PLAY’ST
CXXIX
THE EXPENSE OF SPIRIT IN A WASTE OF SHAME
CXXX
MY MISTRESS’ EYES ARE NOTHING LIKE THE SUN
CXXXI
THOU ART AS TYRANNOUS, SO AS THOU ART
CXXXII
THINE EYES I LOVE, AND THEY, AS PITYING ME
CXXXIII
BESHREW THAT HEART THAT MAKES MY HEART TO GROAN
CXXXIV
SO, NOW I HAVE CONFESS’D THAT HE IS THINE
CXXXV
WHOEVER HATH HER WISH, THOU HAST THY WILL
CXXXVI
IF THY SOUL CHECK THEE THAT I COME SO NEAR
CXXXVII
THOU BLIND FOOL, LOVE, WHAT DOST THOU TO MINE EYES
CXXXVIII
WHEN MY LOVE SWEARS THAT SHE IS MADE OF TRUTH
CXXXIX
O, CALL NOT ME TO JUSTIFY THE WRONG
CXL
BE WISE AS THOU ART CRUEL; DO NOT PRESS
CXLI
IN FAITH, I DO NOT LOVE THEE WITH MINE EYES
CXLII
LOVE IS MY SIN, AND THY DEAR VIRTUE HATE
CXLIII
LO, AS A CAREFUL HOUSEWIFE RUNS TO CATCH
CXLIV
TWO LOVES I HAVE OF COMFORT AND DESPAIR
CXLV
THOSE LIPS THAT LOVE’S OWN HAND DID MAKE
CXLVI
POOR SOUL, THE CENTRE OF MY SINFUL EARTH
CXLVII
MY LOVE IS AS A FEVER, LONGING STILL
CXLVIII
O ME, WHAT EYES HATH LOVE PUT IN MY HEAD
CXVIX
CANST THOU, O CRUEL! SAY I LOVE THEE NOT
CL
FROM WHAT POWER HAST THOU THIS POWERFUL MIGHT
CLI
LOVE IS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW WHAT CONSCIENCE IS
CLII
IN LOVING THEE THOU KNOW’ST I AM FORSWORN
CLIII
CUPID LAID BY HIS BRAND AND FELL ASLEEP
CLIV
THE LITTLE LOVE-GOD LYING ONCE ASLEEP
PAR SONETIEM
SATURS
