The Sonnets Volume 2: Sonnets 78 To 154

78 So Oft Have I Invok'd Thee For My Muse

79 Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid

80 O How I Faint When I Of You Do Write

81 Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make

82 I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse

83 I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need

84 Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More

85 My Tongue-tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still

86 Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse

87 Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing

88 When Thou Shalt Be Dispos'd To Set Me Light

89 Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault

90 Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now

91 Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill

92 But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away

93 So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True

94 They That Have Power To Hurt, And Will Do None

95 How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame

96 Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness

97 How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been

98 From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring

99 The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide

100 Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long

101 O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends

102 My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming

103 Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth

104 To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old

105 Let Not My Love Be Call'd Idolatry

106 When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time

107 Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul

108 What's In The Brain That Ink May Character

109 O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart

110 Alas, 'tis True I Have Gone Here And There

111 O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide

112 Your Love And Pity Doth The Impression Fill

113 Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind

114 Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crown'd With You

115 Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie

116 Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

117 Accuse Me Thus: That I Have Scanted All

118 Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen

119 What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears

120 That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now

121 'Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

122 Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain

123 No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change

124 If My Dear Love Were But The Child Of State

125 Were't Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy

126 O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power

127 In The Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair

128 How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st

129 Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame

130 My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

131 Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art

132 Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me

133 Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan

134 So Now I Have Confess'd That He Is Thine

135 Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will

136 If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near

137 Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes

138 When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth

139 O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong

140 Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press

141 In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes

142 Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate

143 Lo As A Careful Housewife Runs To Catch

144 Two Loves, I Have, Of Comfort And Despair

145 Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make

146 Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth

147 My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still

148 O Me, What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head

149 Canst Thou, O Cruel! Say I Love Thee Not

150 O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might

151 Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is

152 In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn

153 Cupid Laid By His Brand, And Fell Asleep

154 The little Love-god lying once asleep