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Code |
Name |
First Line |
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S-001 |
Sonnet 1 |
From fairest creatures we desire increase, |
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S-002 |
Sonnet 2 |
When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow, |
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S-003 |
Sonnet 3 |
Looke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest, |
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S-004 |
Sonnet 4 |
Unthrifty lovelinesse why dost thou spend, |
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S-005 |
Sonnet 5 |
Those howers that with gentle worke did frame, |
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S-006 |
Sonnet 6 |
Then let not winters wragged hand deface, |
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S-007 |
Sonnet 7 |
Loe in the Orient when the gracious light, |
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S-008 |
Sonnet 8 |
Musick to heare, why hear'st thou musick sadly, |
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S-009 |
Sonnet 9 |
Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye, |
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S-010 |
Sonnet 10 |
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any |
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S-011 |
Sonnet 11 |
As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st, |
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S-012 |
Sonnet 12 |
When I doe count the clock that tels the time, |
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S-013 |
Sonnet 13 |
O that you were your selfe, but love you are |
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S-014 |
Sonnet 14 |
Not from the stars do I my judgement plucke, |
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S-015 |
Sonnet 15 |
When I consider every thing that growes |
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S-016 |
Sonnet 16 |
But wherefore do not you a mightier waie |
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S-017 |
Sonnet 17 |
Who will beleeve my verse in time to come |
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S-018 |
Sonnet 18 |
Shall I compare thee to a Summers day? |
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S-019 |
Sonnet 19 |
Devouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes, |
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S-020 |
Sonnet 20 |
A Womans face with natures owne hand painted, |
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S-021 |
Sonnet 21 |
So is it not with me as with that Muse, |
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S-022 |
Sonnet 22 |
My glasse shall not perswade me I am ould, |
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S-023 |
Sonnet 23 |
As an unperfect actor on the stage, |
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S-024 |
Sonnet 24 |
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath steeld, |
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S-025 |
Sonnet 25 |
Let those who are in favor with their stars |
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S-026 |
Sonnet 26 |
Lord of my love, to whome in vassalage |
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S-027 |
Sonnet 27 |
Weary with toyle, I hast me to my bed, |
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S-028 |
Sonnet 28 |
How can I then returne in happy plight |
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S-029 |
Sonnet 29 |
When in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes, |
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S-030 |
Sonnet 30 |
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought, |
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S-031 |
Sonnet 31 |
Thy bosome is indeared with all hearts, |
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S-032 |
Sonnet 32 |
If thou survive my well contented daie, |
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S-033 |
Sonnet 33 |
Full many a glorious morning have I seene, |
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S-034 |
Sonnet 34 |
Why didst thou promise such a beautious day, |
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S-035 |
Sonnet 35 |
No more bee greev'd at that which thou hast done, |
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S-036 |
Sonnet 36 |
Let me confesse that we two must be twaine, |
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S-037 |
Sonnet 37 |
As a decrepit father takes delight, |
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S-038 |
Sonnet 38 |
How can my Muse want subject to invent |
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S-039 |
Sonnet 39 |
Oh how thy worth with manners may I singe, |
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S-040 |
Sonnet 40 |
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all, |
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S-041 |
Sonnet 41 |
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, |
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S-042 |
Sonnet 42 |
That thou hast her it is not all my griefe, |
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S-043 |
Sonnet 43 |
When most I winke then doe mine eyes best see, |
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S-044 |
Sonnet 44 |
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, |
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S-045 |
Sonnet 45 |
The other two, slight ayre, and purging fire, |
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S-046 |
Sonnet 46 |
Mine eye and heart are at a mortall warre, |
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S-047 |
Sonnet 47 |
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is tooke, |
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S-048 |
Sonnet 48 |
How carefull was I when I tooke my way, |
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S-049 |
Sonnet 49 |
Against that time (if ever that time come) |
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S-050 |
Sonnet 50 |
How heavie doe I journey on the way, |
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S-051 |
Sonnet 51 |
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence, |
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S-052 |
Sonnet 52 |
So am I as the rich whose blessed key, |
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S-053 |
Sonnet 53 |
What is your substance, whereof are you made, |
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S-054 |
Sonnet 54 |
Oh how much more doth beautie beautious seeme, |
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S-055 |
Sonnet 55 |
Not marble, nor the guilded monument, |
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S-056 |
Sonnet 56 |
Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said |
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S-057 |
Sonnet 57 |
Being your slave what should I doe but tend, |
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S-058 |
Sonnet 58 |
That God forbid, that made me first your slave, |
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S-059 |
Sonnet 59 |
If their bee nothing new, but that which is, |
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S-060 |
Sonnet 60 |
Like as the waves make towards the pibled shore, |
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S-061 |
Sonnet 61 |
Is it thy wil, thy Image should keepe open |
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S-062 |
Sonnet 62 |
Sinne of selfe-love possesseth al mine eie, |
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S-063 |
Sonnet 63 |
Against my love shall be as I am now |
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S-064 |
Sonnet 64 |
When I have seene by times fell hand defaced |
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S-065 |
Sonnet 65 |
Since brasse, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundlesse sea, |
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S-066 |
Sonnet 66 |
Tyr'd with all these for restfull death I cry, |
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S-067 |
Sonnet 67 |
Ah wherefore with infection should he live, |
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S-068 |
Sonnet 68 |
Thus is his cheeke the map of daies out-worne, |
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S-069 |
Sonnet 69 |
Those parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view, |
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S-070 |
Sonnet 70 |
That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect, |
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S-071 |
Sonnet 71 |
Noe Longer mourne for me when I am dead, |
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S-072 |
Sonnet 72 |
O Least the world should taske you to recite, |
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S-073 |
Sonnet 73 |
That time of yeeare thou maist in me behold, |
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S-074 |
Sonnet 74 |
But be contented when that fell arest, |
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S-075 |
Sonnet 75 |
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, |
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S-076 |
Sonnet 76 |
Why is my verse so barren of new pride? |
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S-077 |
Sonnet 77 |
Thy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were, |
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S-078 |
Sonnet 78 |
So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse, |
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S-079 |
Sonnet 79 |
Whilst I alone did call upon thy ayde, |
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S-080 |
Sonnet 80 |
O How I faint when I of you do write, |
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S-081 |
Sonnet 81 |
Or I shall live your Epitaph to make, |
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S-082 |
Sonnet 82 |
I Grant thou wert not married to my Muse, |
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S-083 |
Sonnet 83 |
I Never saw that you did painting need, |
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S-084 |
Sonnet 84 |
Who is it that sayes most, which can say more, |
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S-085 |
Sonnet 85 |
My toung-tide Muse in manners holds her still, |
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S-086 |
Sonnet 86 |
Was it the proud full saile of his great verse, |
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S-087 |
Sonnet 87 |
Farewell thou art too deare for my possessing, |
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S-088 |
Sonnet 88 |
When thou shalt be dispode to set me light, |
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S-089 |
Sonnet 89 |
Say that thou didst forsake mee for some falt, |
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S-090 |
Sonnet 90 |
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now, |
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S-091 |
Sonnet 91 |
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, |
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S-092 |
Sonnet 92 |
But doe thy worst to steale thy selfe away, |
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S-093 |
Sonnet 93 |
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, |
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S-094 |
Sonnet 94 |
They that have powre to hurt, and will doe none, |
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S-095 |
Sonnet 95 |
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame, |
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S-096 |
Sonnet 96 |
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonesse, |
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S-097 |
Sonnet 97 |
How like a Winter hath my absence beene |
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S-098 |
Sonnet 98 |
From you have I beene absent in the spring, |
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S-099 |
Sonnet 99 |
The forward violet thus did I chide, |
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S-100 |
Sonnet 100 |
Where art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long, |
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S-101 |
Sonnet 101 |
Oh truant Muse what shal be thy amends, |
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S-102 |
Sonnet 102 |
My love is strengthned though more weake in seeming |
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S-103 |
Sonnet 103 |
Alack what poverty my Muse brings forth, |
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S-104 |
Sonnet 104 |
To me faire friend you never can be old, |
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S-105 |
Sonnet 105 |
Let not my love be cal'd Idolatrie, |
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S-106 |
Sonnet 106 |
When in the Chronicle of wasted time, |
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S-107 |
Sonnet 107 |
Not mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule, |
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S-108 |
Sonnet 108 |
What's in the braine that Inck may character, |
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S-109 |
Sonnet 109 |
O Never say that I was false of heart, |
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S-110 |
Sonnet 110 |
Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there, |
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S-111 |
Sonnet 111 |
O For my sake doe you wish fortune chide, |
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S-112 |
Sonnet 112 |
Your love and pittie doth th'impression fill, |
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S-113 |
Sonnet 113 |
Since I left you, mine eye is in my minde, |
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S-114 |
Sonnet 114 |
Or whether doth my minde being crown'd with you |
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S-115 |
Sonnet 115 |
Those lines that I before have writ doe lie, |
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S-116 |
Sonnet 116 |
Let me not to the marriage of true mindes |
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S-117 |
Sonnet 117 |
Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all, |
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S-118 |
Sonnet 118 |
Like as to make our appetites more keene |
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S-119 |
Sonnet 119 |
What potions have I drunke of Syren teares |
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S-120 |
Sonnet 120 |
That you were once unkind be-friends mee now, |
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S-121 |
Sonnet 121 |
Tis better to be vile then vile esteemed, |
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S-122 |
Sonnet 122 |
Thy guift, thy tables, are within my braine |
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S-123 |
Sonnet 123 |
No! Time, thou shalt not bost that I doe change, |
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S-124 |
Sonnet 124 |
If my deare love were but the childe of state, |
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S-125 |
Sonnet 125 |
Wer't ought to me I bore the canopy, |
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S-126 |
Sonnet 126 |
O Thou my lovely Boy who in thy power, |
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S-127 |
Sonnet 127 |
In the ould age blacke was not counted faire, |
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S-128 |
Sonnet 128 |
How oft when thou my musike musike playst, |
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S-129 |
Sonnet 129 |
Th'expense of Spirit in a waste of shame |
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S-130 |
Sonnet 130 |
My Mistres eyes are nothing like the Sunne, |
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S-131 |
Sonnet 131 |
Thou art as tiranous, so as thou art, |
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S-132 |
Sonnet 132 |
Thine eies I love, and they as pittying me, |
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S-133 |
Sonnet 133 |
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groane |
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S-134 |
Sonnet 134 |
So now I have confest that he is thine, |
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S-135 |
Sonnet 135 |
Who ever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, |
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S-136 |
Sonnet 136 |
If thy soule check thee that I come so neere, |
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S-137 |
Sonnet 137 |
Thou blinde foole love, what doost thou to mine eyes, |
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S-138 |
Sonnet 138 |
When my love sweares that she is made of truth, |
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S-139 |
Sonnet 139 |
O Call not me to justifie the wrong, |
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S-140 |
Sonnet 140 |
Be wise as thou art cruell, do not presse |
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S-141 |
Sonnet 141 |
In faith I doe not love thee with mine eyes, |
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S-142 |
Sonnet 142 |
Love is my sinne, and thy deare vertue hate, |
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S-143 |
Sonnet 143 |
Loe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch, |
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S-144 |
Sonnet 144 |
Two loves I have of comfort and dispaire, |
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S-145 |
Sonnet 145 |
Those lips that Loves owne hand did make, |
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S-146 |
Sonnet 146 |
Poore soule the center of my sinfull earth, |
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S-147 |
Sonnet 147 |
My love is as a feaver longing still, |
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S-148 |
Sonnet 148 |
O Me! what eyes hath love put in my head, |
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S-149 |
Sonnet 149 |
Canst thou O cruell, say I love thee not, |
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S-150 |
Sonnet 150 |
Oh from what powre hast thou this powrefull might, |
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S-151 |
Sonnet 151 |
Love is too young to know what conscience is, |
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S-152 |
Sonnet 152 |
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworne, |
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S-153 |
Sonnet 153 |
Cupid laid by his brand and fell a sleepe, |
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S-154 |
Sonnet 154 |
The little Love-God lying once a sleepe, |
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