Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth the impression fill

Sonnet 101: O truant Muse what shall be thy amends

Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming

Sonnet 103: Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth

Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry

Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time

Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul

Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character

Sonnet 109: O! never say that I was false of heart

Sonnet 110: Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there