Q86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Q87 Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,
Q89 Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
Q90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,

Q92 But do thy worst to steal thyself away,

Q94 They that have power to hurt and will do none,

Q121 T'is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,

Q138 When my love swears that she is made of truth,
Q139 O call not me to justify the wrong

Q140 Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
Q141 In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
Q142 Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,

Q145 Those lips that love's own hand did make,

Q147 My love is as a fever, longing still