Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises (The Tempest, Act III, Scene II)

Live with me and be my love (from Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music)

As an unperfect actor on the stage

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Why is my verse so barren of new pride

Who will believe my verse in time to come

That you were once unkind befriends me now

How oft, when thou, my music

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

Being your slave, what should I do but tend