Sonnets 141-150

CXLI. In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
CXLII. Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
CXLIII. Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
CXLIV. Two loves I have of comfort and despair
CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make
CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still
CXLVIII. O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head
CXLIX. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not
CL. O! from what power hast thou this powerful might

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