38When my love swears that she is made of truth
39When I do count the clock that tells the time
40What potions have I drunk of siren tears
41Not marble nor the gilded monuments
42Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
43Let me not to the marriage of true minds
44Music to hear, why hears't thou music sadly
45When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
46No longer mourn for me when I am dead
47In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes
48Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
49Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
50My love is as a fever, longing still
51The little Love-God lying once asleep
52Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
53Our revels now are ended (The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I)
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