Sonnets 91-100

XCI. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
XCII. But do thy worst to steal thyself away
XCIII. So shall I live, supposing thou art true
XCIV. They that have power to hurt and will do none
XCV. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
XCVI. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
XCVII. How like a winter hath my absence been
XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring
XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide
C. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long

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