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TO THE.ONLIE. BEGETTER. OF.
THESE. INSVING. SONNETS .
Mr. W. H. ALL. HAPPINESSE.
AND. THAT. ETERNITIE.
PROMISED.
BY.
OVR EVER-LIVING POET.
WISHETH.
THE WELL-WISHING.
ADVENTVRER IN
SETTING.
FORTH.
T. T.
CONTENTS.
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1. From faireft creatures we desire increase
II. When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
III. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
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'st thou mufic 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 fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'ft
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.
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XXI. So is it not with me as with that Mufe
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
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xxv. Let those who are in favour with their stars
xxvi. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my
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 sweet 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
XXXIV. Why didft thou promise such a beauteous day
xxxv. No more be grieved at that which thou haft done
XXXVI. Let me confefs that we two must be twain
XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight
XXXVII. 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 fee
XLIV. If the dull substance 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
LIIL What is your substance, whereof are you made
LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous feem
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LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not faid
LVII. Being your flave, 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
fhore.
LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open
LXII. Sin of felf-love poffeffseth all mine eye
LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now
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LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
LXV. Since brass, nor ftone, nor earth, nor bound-
lefs fea
LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for reftful death I cry
LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection should 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 mayft in me behold
LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest
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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 Mufe
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
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