- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet VIII (Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCII (Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCIII (Oh fate, oh fault, oh curse, child of my bliss,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCI (Stella, while now by honor's cruel might,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCIV (Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCIX (When far-spent night persuades each mortal eye,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XC (Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCVIII (Ah bed, the field where joy's peace some do see,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCVI (Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the Night,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XCV (Yet Sighs, dear Sighs, indeed true friends you are,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XIII (Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XI (In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XL (As good to write as for to lie and groan,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLI (Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIII (Fair eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLII (Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIV (My words I know do well set forth my mind,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIX (I on my horse, and Love on me doth try)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLVI (I curs’d thee oft, I pity now thy case,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLVIII (Soul’s joy, bend not those morning stars from me,)