Q3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,

Q6 Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

Q31 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,

Q65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

Q66 Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,

Q70 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
Q71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
Q72 O lest the world should task you to recite,
Q73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
Q74 But be contented when that fell arrest,

Q80 O how I faint when I of you do write,

Q107 Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul

End of the Fair Young Man (FYM) sonnets.

Start of the Dark Lady (DL) Sonnets.

Q146 Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth,