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O truant muse, what shall be thy amends |
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My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming |
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Alack what poverty my muse brings forth |
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old |
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Let not my love be called idolatry |
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| 106 |
When in the chronicle of wasted time |
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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul |
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What's in the brain that ink may character |
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O never say that I was false of heart |
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Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there |
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O for my sake do you with fortune chide |
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| 112 |
Your love and pity doth th'impression fill |
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| 113 |
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind |
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Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you |
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| 115 |
Those lines that I before have writ do lie |
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
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Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all |
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| 118 |
Like as to make our appetites more keen |
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| 119 |
What potions have I drunk of siren tears |
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| 120 |
That you were once unkind befriends
me now |
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| 121 |
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed |
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Thy gift, thy tables, are withing my brain |
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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change |
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| 124 |
If my dear love were but the child of state |
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| 125 |
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy |
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| 126 |
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power |
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In the old age black was not counted fair |
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How oft when thou, my music, music play'st |
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Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame |
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun |
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Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art |
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me |
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan |
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So, now I have confessed that he is thine |
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Whoever hath thy wish, thou hast
thy Will, |
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If thy soul check thee that I come so near |
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Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes |
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| 138 |
When my love swears that she is made of truth |
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O call not me to justify the wrong |
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Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press |
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In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes |
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Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate |
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| 143 |
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch |
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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair |
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| 145 |
Those lips that Love's own hand did make |
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Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth |
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My love is like a fever, longing still |
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O me, what eyes hath love put in my head |
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Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not |
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O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
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Love is too young to know what conscience is |
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In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn |
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Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep |
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The little love-God lying once asleep |
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