Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride

Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear

Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse

Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid

Sonnet 80: O! how I faint when I of you do write

Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make

Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse

Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need

Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more

Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still