Sonnets 101-110

CI. O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
CII. My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming
CIII. Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth
CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old
CV. Let not my love be call'd idolatry
CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time
CVII. Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
CVIII. What 's in the brain, that ink may character
CIX. O! never say that I was false of heart
CX. Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there

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