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78 So Oft Have I Invok'd Thee For My Muse
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79 Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
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80 O How I Faint When I Of You Do Write
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81 Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make
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82 I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse
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83 I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
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84 Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
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85 My Tongue-tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still
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86 Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse
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87 Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing
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88 When Thou Shalt Be Dispos'd To Set Me Light
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89 Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault
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90 Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now
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91 Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill
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92 But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away
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93 So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True
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94 They That Have Power To Hurt, And Will Do None
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95 How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame
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96 Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
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97 How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
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98 From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring
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99 The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide
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100 Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long
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101 O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends
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102 My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming
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103 Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth
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104 To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
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105 Let Not My Love Be Call'd Idolatry
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106 When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time
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107 Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul
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108 What's In The Brain That Ink May Character
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109 O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart
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110 Alas, 'tis True I Have Gone Here And There
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111 O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
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112 Your Love And Pity Doth The Impression Fill
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113 Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind
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114 Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crown'd With You
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115 Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
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116 Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds
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117 Accuse Me Thus: That I Have Scanted All
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118 Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen
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119 What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears
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120 That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
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121 'Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed
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122 Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain
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123 No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change
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124 If My Dear Love Were But The Child Of State
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125 Were't Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy
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126 O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power
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127 In The Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair
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128 How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st
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129 Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame
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130 My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun
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131 Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art
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132 Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me
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133 Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan
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134 So Now I Have Confess'd That He Is Thine
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135 Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will
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136 If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near
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137 Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes
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138 When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth
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139 O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong
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140 Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press
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141 In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes
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142 Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate
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143 Lo As A Careful Housewife Runs To Catch
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144 Two Loves, I Have, Of Comfort And Despair
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145 Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make
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146 Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth
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147 My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still
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148 O Me, What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head
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149 Canst Thou, O Cruel! Say I Love Thee Not
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150 O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might
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151 Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is
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152 In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn
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153 Cupid Laid By His Brand, And Fell Asleep
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154 The little Love-god lying once asleep
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