Sonnets 61-70

LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open
LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now
LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry
LXVII. Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
LXIX. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
LXX. That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect

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