Sonnets 131-140

CXXXI. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
CXXXIII. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
CXXXIV. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine
CXXXV. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
CXXXVI. If thy soul check thee that I come so near
CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
CXXXVIII. When my love swears that she is made of truth
CXXXIX. O! call not me to justify the wrong
CXL. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

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