Sonnets 81-90

LXXXI. Or I shall live your epitaph to make
LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
LXXXIII. I never saw that you did painting need
LXXXIV. Who is it that says most? which can say more
LXXXV. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
LXXXVIII. When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light
LXXXIX. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
XC. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now

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