XCV How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name！ O！ in what swee...
XCVI Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness； Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport； Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less：...
XCVII How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year！ What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen！ What old D...
XCVIII From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That ...
XCIX The forward violet thus did I chide： Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath？ The purple pri...
C Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might？ Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless s...
CII My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming； I love not less, though less the show appear； That love is merchandiz'd, whose rich ...
CI O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy'd？ Both truth and beauty on my love depends； So dost thou too, and...
CIII Alack！ what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument, all bare, is of more worth Than when it hath ...
CIV To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have f...