CXLV Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me that languish'd for her sake： But wh...
CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy ou...
CXLVII My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease； Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sick...
CXLVIII O me！ what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight； Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That cens...
CXLIX Canst thou, O cruel！ say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake？ Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of my self, all tyra...
CL O！ from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway？ To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that bri...
CLI Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love？ Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty o...
CLII In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing； In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In...
CLIII Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep： A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valle...
CLIV The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tri...