Sonnets 71-80

LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead
LXXII. O! lest the world should task you to recite
LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold
LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest
LXXV. So are you to my thoughts as food to life
LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride
LXXVII. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
LXXVIII. So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse
LXXIX. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
LXXX. O! how I faint when I of you do write

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