Sonnets 41-50

XLI. Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
XLIII. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
XLIV. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire
XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
XLVIII. How careful was I when I took my way
XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come
L. How heavy do I journey on the way

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