- Sonnet 059: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
- Sonnet 060: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore
- Sonnet 061: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
- Sonnet 062: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye
- Sonnet 063: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now
- Sonnet 064: When I Have Seen By Time’s Fell Hand Defaced
- Sonnet 065: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
- Sonnet 066: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry
- Sonnet 067: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
- Sonnet 068: Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn
- Sonnet 069: Those Parts Of Thee That The World’s Eye Doth View
- Sonnet 070: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
- Sonnet 071: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead
- Sonnet 072: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite
- Sonnet 073: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
- Sonnet 074: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
- Sonnet 075: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life
- Sonnet 076: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride?
- Sonnet 077: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
- Sonnet 078: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse
- Sonnet 079: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
- Sonnet 080: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write
- Sonnet 081: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make
- Sonnet 082: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse
- Sonnet 083: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
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