Hail, thou fairest of all creatures. Wither. III. 88. 143. Having interr'd her infant birth. Ld Herbert of Cherbury. III. 42. He first deceas'd; she for a little tried. Wotton. II. 368. Carew. III. 163. Stanley. III. 314. Herrick. III. 307. He that loves a rosy cheek. III. 63. Sedley. III. 395. Beaumont and Fletcher. Hence, away, thou Syren, leave me. Wither. III. 93. Here, Cælia, for thy sake I part. Waller. III. 196. Here's to thee, Dick !—this whining love despise. Cowley. III. 279. Honest lover whosoever. Suckling. III. 244. How eager are our vain pursuits. Veel. III. 401. How happy a thing were a wedding. Flatman. III. 383. How uneasy is his life. Cotton. III. 367. How we dally out our days. Gomersall. III. 176. I. Kendall. II. 230. I ask not one in whom all beauties grow. Cowley. III. 280. I being Care, thou fliest me as ill fortune. Constable. II. 306. I cannot eat but little meat. Still. II. 188. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair. 370. I find it true that some have said. Anon. III. 348. Willoby. II. 375. I loath that I did love. Ld Vaux. II. 85. I love thee, Cornwall, and will ever. Freeman. III. 113. I made a posy, while the day ran by. Herbert. III. 125. I muse and marvel in my mind. Scot. II. 124. I must alledge, and thou canst tell. Gascoigne. II. 178. I must not grieve my love, whose eyes would read. Daniel. II. 320. I never stoop'd so low as they. Donne. II. 385. Cowley. III. 285. wreak my wrong. Da I pray thee leave, love me no more. II. 181. I see there is no sort. Anon. II. 102. Drayton. II. 340. Brome. III. 299. sight. Turbervile. I tell thee, Dick, where I have been. Suckling. III. 248. I walk'd along a stream, for pureness rare. Marlowe. II. 328. I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile. Sylvester. II. 331. I, with whose colours Myra drest her head. Ld Brook. II. 264. I'll tell you whence the rose did first grow red. Anon. III. 338. If all the world and love were young. Raleigh. II. 220. If banish'd sleep, and watchful care. Turbervile. II. 180. If ever Sorrow spoke from soul that loves. Constable. II. 305. If marriage life yields such content. Brathwait. III. 103. If mine eyes do e'er declare. Cowley. III. 282. If the quick spirits in your eye. Carew. III. 161. 317. Prestwich. III. 329. If thou like her flowing tresses. Clapperton. II. 127. In court to serve decked with fresh array. Wyatt. II. 48. In going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept. Edwards. II. 141. In hope a king doth go to war. Anon. III. 141. In the merry month of May. Breton. II. 280. In Thetis' lap while Titan took his rest. Watson. II. 308. In thy fair breast, and once fair soul. Howard. III. 304. In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. Watson. II. 309. In working well, if travel you sustain. Grimoald. II. 70. Insulting beauty, you mis-spend. E. of Rochester. III. 404. Invest my head with fragrant rose. Heath. III. 319. 18. K. Know, Celia, since thou art so proud. Carew. III. 167. Know then, my brethren, heaven is clear. Quarles. III. 122. L. Ladies, fly from Love's smooth tale. Carew. III. 169. Like as the culver, on the bared bough. Spenser. II. 234. Like as the damask rose you see. Wastell. II. 359. 333. Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose. Daniel. II. 316. Lord! how you take upon you still. Cotton. III. 361. Lordly gallants, tell me this. Wither. III. 86. Love and my Mistress were at strife. Breton. II. 286. Love, brave Virtue's younger brother. Crashaw. III. 225. Love in fantastic triumph sat. Behn. III. 359. Love in her sunny eyes does basking play. Cowley. III. 282. Love is a region full of fires. Sir J. Beaumont. III. 59. Love is a sickness full of woes. Daniel. II. 324. Love is the blossom where there blows. G. Fletcher. III. 55. Love not me for comely grace. Anon. III. 142. Love, when 'tis true, needs not the aid. Sedley. III. 388. Love's sooner felt than seen; his substance thin. P. Fletcher. III. 51. M. Madam, withouten many words. Wyatt. II. 44. Mark how the bashful Morn in vain. Carew. III. 166. 234. Martial, the things that do attain. E. of Surrey. II. 58. ! Melancholy hence! and get. Shirley. III. 129. II. 49. 255. Denham. III. Mournful Muses, sorrow's minions, Breton. II. 285. My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd. Anon. II. 402. My heedless heart, which Love yet never knew. Wat- My love, I cannot thy rare beauties place. Smith. II. 382. My lute, awake, perform the last. Anon. II. 94. My lute, be as thou wert, when thou did grow. Drum- My Muse by thee restor❜d to life. Davison. III. 16. 119. My Phillis hath the morning sun. Dyer. II. 186. My shag-hair Cyclops, come, let's ply. Lylie. II. 245. My wanton Muse, that whilom us'd to sing. Raleigh. My wife, if thou regard mine ease. Kendall. II. 228. Sherburne. III. 259. N. VOL. III. 2 F Brome. III. 300. |