- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLV (Stella oft sees the very face of woe)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet X (Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XVII (His mother dear Cupid offended late,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XVIII (With what sharp checks I in myself am shent,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XVI (In nature apt to like when I did see)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XV (You that do search for every purling spring)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XX (Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXII (In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXIII (The curious wits seeing dull pensiveness)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXIV (Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXIX (Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXI (Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXVII (Because I oft in dark abstracted guise)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXVIII (You that with allegory's curious frame,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXVI (Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXV (The wisest scholar of the wight most wise)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXIII (I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXII (Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXIV (Come, let me write. 'And to what end?' To ease)
- Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XXXVIII (This night while sleep begins with heavy wings)