KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, & CO., I, PATERNOSTER SQUARE

MDCCCLXXXIX

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HARVARD

UNIVERSITY
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1. From faireft creatures we defire increase

II. When forty winters shall befiege thy brow

III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou vieweft

IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why doft 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. Mufic to hear, why hear'ft thou music fadly

IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

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x. For fhame! deny that thou bear'ft love to any

XI. As faft as thou fhalt wane, so fast thou grow'st

XII. When I do count the clock that tells the time

XIII. O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are

XIV. Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck

xv. When I confider 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 fummer's day

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XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws

xx. A woman's face, with Nature's own hand painted 20

XXI. So is it not with me as with that Muse

XXII. My glass shall not perfuade me I am old

XXIII. As an unperfect actor on the stage.

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

ftell'd .

XXV. Let those who are in favour with their stars

XXVI. Lord of my love, to whom in vaffalage

XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed

XXVIII. How can I then return in happy plight

XXIX. When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

xxx. When to the feffions of fweet filent thought

XXXI. Thy bofom is endeared with all hearts

XXXII. If thou furvive my well-contented day

XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen

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XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

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XXXVI. Let me confefs that we two must be twain

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XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight

XXXVIII. How can my Mufe want fubject to invent

XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I fing

XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

XLI. Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits

XLII. That thou haft her, it is not all my grief

XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see

XLIV. If the dull fubftance of my flesh were thought

XLV. The other two, flight 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 flow offence

LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key

LIII. What is your fubftance, whereof are you made

LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous feem

LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments.

LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not faid

LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend

LVIII. That God forbid that made me first your slave

LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is

LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled

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LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open

LXII. Sin of felf-love possesseth all mine eye

LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now

LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor bound-

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LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry

LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection fhould 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 blam'd shall not be thy defect

LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead

LXXII. O, left the world should task you to recite

LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold

LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arreft

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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 invok'd thee for my Muse

LXXIX. Whilft I alone did call upon thy aid

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

LXXXI. Or I fhall live your epitaph to make

LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Mufe

LXXXIII. I never faw that you did painting need.