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Sonnet 153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of
Sonnet 153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dians this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold vall...

Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said
Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full ...

Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, And with his
Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace itself with his s...

Sonnet 80 O! how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a
Sonnet 80 O! how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make ...

Sonnet 75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as
Sonnet 75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasond showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As twi...

Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now,
Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And...

Sonnet 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide
Sonnet 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy pictures sight would bar, My heart mi...

Sonnet 14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet
Sonnet 14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths,...

Sonnet 79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone
Sonnet 79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my sick Muse dot...

Sonnet 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled
Sonnet 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still l...