"Who will believe my verse in time to come/If it were filled with your most high deserts?/But were some child of yours alive that time/You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme." (Sonnet 17, p. 17)

"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought/I summon up remembrance of things past/I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought/And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste." (Sonnet 30, p.30)

"Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits/When I am sometime absent from thy heart/Thy beauty and thy years full well befits/For still temptation follows where thou art." (Sonnet 41, p. 41)

"Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate/That time will come and take my love away/The thought is as a death, which cannot choose/But weep to have that which it fears to lose." (Sonnet 64, p. 64)

"No longer mourn for me...