Sonnets 31-40

XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day
XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen
XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
XXXV. No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
XXXVI. Let me confess that we two must be twain
XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight
XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent
XXXIX. O! how thy worth with manners may I sing
XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

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