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230 invised: a word said to occur only here; either visible in it, or invisible. Phraseless; indescribable. What me, &c. : all of mine is your servant, and unites in offering itself to you. Whose rarest havings, &c. whose scantiest favours made youth dote on her. Playing the place, &c. this passage, and Love's arms are peace, &c., p. 232, appear hopelessly corrupt. 233 congest; combine.

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234 In him a plenitude, &c.: his abundant subtlety, used for cunning designs.

235 seeming owed: apparently his own.

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Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Against my Love shall be, as I am now
Against that time, if ever that time come
Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
Art thou, god, to shepherd turn'd
As a decrepit father takes delight
As an unperfect actor on the stage

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good.
Being your slave, what should I do but tend.
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
Blow, blow, thou winter wind

But be contented: when that fell arrest
But do thy worst to steal thyself away.
But wherefore do not you a mightier way.

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
Come away, come away, Death
Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me.
Come, thou Monarch of the vine.
Come unto these yellow sands.

Crabbed Age and Youth cannot live together.

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer.

Fair is my Love, but not so fair as fickle
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
Fathers that wear rags

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

Fie on sinful fantasy

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any
From fairest creatures we desire increase
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded
From you have I been absent in the Spring
Full fathom five thy father lies

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Get you hence, for I must go

Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share

Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings.
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing
How can I then return in happy plight.
How can my muse want subject to invent
How careful was I, when I took my way
How heavy do I journey on the way

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6

211

8

I
18

83

93

How like a winter hath my absence been

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st
How should I your true-Love know.

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse.

If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love

I never saw that you did painting need

If my dear love were but the child of state

If She be made of white and red.

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

If there be nothing new, but that which is

If thou survive my well-contented day.
If thy soul check thee that I come so near
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
In the old age black was not counted fair
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
Is it thy will thy image should keep open
It was a Lover and his Lass

Lawn as white as driven snow.

Let me confess that we two must be twain
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let not my love be call'd idolatry

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105

152

183

47

150

137

138

12

179
7

99

114

87

191

50

196
206

182

65

116

5

35

91

171

160

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

59

Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east,

209

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

81

Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate

197

Love, Love, nothing but Love, still more.

45

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war

Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd.

IOT

79

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old

My love is as a fever, longing still

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead.

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments.
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Now the hungry lion roars

O, call not me to justify the wrong

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might

O, for my sake do you with fortune chide

O, how I faint when I of you do write.

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing

O, lest the world should task you to recite

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
On a day-alack the day

O, never say that I was false of heart

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64

77

202

157
185

140

126

90

70

178

IIO

162

28

194

166

205

135

109

94

127

203

4

16

164

136

42

169

69

Or I shall live your epitaph to make.

Orpheus with his lute made trees.

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you

O, that you were yourself! but, Love, you are

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power.

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends.

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
So are you to my thoughts as food to life
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine

So shall I live, supposing thou art true.

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156
26

201

144

74

19

120

168

117

49

107

130

76

146

151

133

189

148

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not

Study me how to please the eye indeed

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14

21

Sweet Flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew
Sweet Love, renew thy force; be it not said.
Sweet Mistress,-what your name is else, I know not.
Sweet Rose, fair Flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded

Take all my loves, my Love, yea, take them all
Take, O, take those lips away.

Tell me where is Fancy bred

That god forbid that made me first your slave
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect.
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
That you were once unkind befriends me now
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame.
The forward violet thus did I chide.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I
The other two, slight air and purging fire
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
Then is there mirth in Heaven.
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
They bore him barefaced on the bier

III

9

213

95

7

2

113

125

97

128

175

184

154

41

100

145

17

62

48

They that have power to hurt and will do none.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
Those lines that I before have writ do lie.
Those lips that Love's own hand did make

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187

61

170

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art

200

124

96

186

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence.

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

177

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

132

121

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
To me, fair friend, you never can behold
Two loves have I of comfort and despair.

176

159

199

54

60

Under the greenwood tree

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend.

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
Was this fair face the cause, quoth she.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed.
Wedding is great Juno's crown