Why Didst Thou Promise Such a Beauteous Day (Sonnet 34)

No More Be Grieved at That Which Thou Hast Done (Sonnet 35)

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain (Sonnet 36)

As a Decrepit Father Takes Delight (Sonnet 37)

How Can My Muse Want Subject to Invent (Sonnet 38)