V Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair whic...
VI Then let not winter's ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd： Make sweet some vial； treasure thou some place With be...
VII Lo！ in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his...
VIII Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly？ Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy： Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'...
IX Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life？ Ah！ if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wa...
XFor shame！ deny that thou bear'st love to any， Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant， if thou wilt， thou art belov'd of many， But that t...
XIAs fast as thou shalt wane， so fast thou grow'st， In one of thine， from that which thou departest； And that fresh blood which youngly thou besto...
XIIWhen I do count the clock that tells the time， And see the brave day sunk in hideous night； When I behold the violet past prime， And sable curls， a...
XIIIO！ that you were your self； but， love you are No longer yours， than you your self here live： Against this coming end you should prepare， And your ...
XIVNot from the stars do I my judgement pluck； And yet methinks I have astronomy， But not to tell of good or evil luck， Of plagues， of dearths， or sea...