Lv. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments .
LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force ; be it not said 56
LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend .
LVIII. That God forbid that made me first your slave 58
LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is . 59
LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled
LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open
LXII. Sin of self-love pofsefseth all mine eye
LXII. 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-
LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry 66
LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection should he live 67
LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn 68
LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth
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 talk you to recite
LXXIII. That time of year thou mayft in me behold
Lxxiv. But be contented: when that fell arreft
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 77
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 shall live your epitaph to make
LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse 82
LXXXIII. I never faw that you did painting need .