Sonnets 111-120

CXI. O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide
CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill
CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie
CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen
CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now

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