trains, blood, and birth. Digby, iii. 163. Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever. Wyatt, ii. 39. Fear no more the heat o' th' sun. Shakspeare, ii. 310. Fierce tyrant, Death, who in thy wrath didst take. Earl of Sterline, iii. 29. Fine young folly, though you were. Habington, iii. 185." From Tuscane came my lady's worthy race. Earl of Surrey, ii. 45. Fuscus is free, and hath the world at will. Davis, ii. 331. Gaze not on thy beauty's pride. Carew, iii. 148. Get you gone-you will undo me. Sedley, iii. 361. Give me a heart, where no impure. Habington, iii. 190. Give place, ye lovers, here before. Earl of Surrey, ii. 49. Give place, you ladies, and be gone. Anon., ii. 86. Go, and catch a falling star. Donne, ii. 343. Go, lovely Rose. Waller, iii. 176. Go, soul, the body's guest. Syl- Good-morrow to the day so fair. Gorbo, as thou cam'st this way. Great Captain Medon wears a chain of gold. Davis, ii. 330. Greensleeves was all my joy. Anon., ii. 354. Hail, thou fairest of all creatures. Wither, iii. 80. Happy is that state of his. Brathwait, iii. 96. Happy, oh happy he who, not affecting. Anon., iii. 132. VOL. III. 1 Having interr'd her infant birth. Lord Herbert of Cherbury, iii. 35. He first deceas'd; she for a little He whose active thoughts dis- Hears not my Phillis, how the Here, Cælia, for thy sake I part. Waller, iii. 178. Here's to thee, Dick!-this whining love despise. Cowley, iii. 258. Honest lover whosoever. Suckling, iii. 224. How eager are our vain pursuits. Veel, iii. 372. How happy a thing were a wedding. Flatman, iii. 355. How uneasy is his life. Cotton, iii. 339. How we dally out our days. I ask not one in whom all beau- ill fortune. Constable, ii. 269. I cannot eat but little meat. Still, ii. 159. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair. Anon., iii. 324. I felt my heart, and found a flame. Lluellyn, iii. 342. I find it true that some have said. Willoby, ii. 335. I in these flowery meads would be. Walton, iii. 117. I laugh sometimes with little lust. Gascoigne, ii. 147. I loath that I did love. Lord Vaux, ii. 73. D d I love thee, Cornwall, and will ever. Freeman, iii. 104. I made a posy, while the day ran by. Herbert, iii. 115. I muse and marvel in my mind. Scot, ii. 106. I must alledge, and thou canst tell. Gascoigne, ii. 150. I must not grieve my love, whose eyes would read. Daniel, ii. 282. I never stoop'd so low as they. Donne, ii. 345. I never yet could see that face. Cowley, iii. 263. I once may see when years shall wreak my wrong. Daniel, ii. 280. I pray thee leave, love me no more. Drayton, ii. 301. I prithee leave this peevish fashion. Brome, iii. 276. I read how Salmacis, sometime, with sight. Turbervile, ii. 153. I see there is no sort. Anon., ii. 89. I tell thee, Dick, where I have been. Suckling, iii. 228. I walk'd along a stream, for pureness rare. Marlowe, ii. 290. I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile. Sylvester, ii. 293. I, with whose colours Myra drest her head. Lord Brook, ii. 229. I'll tell you whence the rose did first grow red. Anon., iii. 315. If all the world and love were If marriage life yields such con- If the quick spirits in your eye. If this be love, to draw a weary If truth may take no trusty hold. In Bowdoun, on black_monun- In hope a king doth go to war. Anon., iii. 130. In the merry month of May. Breton, ii. 243. In Thetis' lap while Titan took his rest. Watson, ii. 271. In thy fair breast, and once fair soul. Howard, iii. 281. In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. Watson, ii. 272. In working well, if travel you sustain. Grimoald, ii. 59. Insulting beauty, you mis-spend. Earl of Rochester, iii. 375. Invest my head with fragrant rose. Heath, iii. 296. It chanc'd of late a shepherd's swain. Davison, iii. 13. Know, Celia, since thou art so proud. Carew, iii. 150. Know then, my brethren, hea ven is clear. Quarles, iii. 113. Ladies, fly from Love's smooth tale. Carew, iii. 153. Laid in my quiet bed to rest. Gifford, ii. 180. Let those complain that feel Love's cruelty. Beaumont and Fletcher, iii. 58. Like as the culver, on the bared bough. Spenser, ii. 201. Like as the damask rose you see. Wastell, ii. 319. Like the violet, which alone. Habington, iii. 187. Like to Diana in her summer weed. Green, ii. 167. Like to the falling of a star. Beaumont, iii. 61. Little think'st thou, poor ant, who there. Fleckno, iii. 310. Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose. Daniel, ii. 278. Lord! how you take upon you Love and my Mistress were at strife. Breton, ii. 249. Love, brave Virtue's younger brother. Crashaw, iii. 206. Love in fantastic triumph sat. Behn, iii. 332. Love in her sunny eyes does basking play. Cowley, iii. 261. Love is a region full of fires. Sir J. Beaumont, iii. 51. Love is a sickness full of woes. Daniel, ii. 286. Love is the blossom where there blows. G. Fletcher, iii. 47. Love not me for comely grace. Anon., iii. 131. Love still has something of the sea. Sedley, iii. 362. Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought. Earl of Surrey, ii. 56. Love, when 'tis true, needs not the aid. Sedley, iii. 360. Love's sooner felt than seen; his substance thin. P. Fletcher, iii. 43. Madam, withouten many words. Wyatt, ii. 35. Margarita first possess'd. Cowley, iii. 266. Mark how the bashful morn in vain. Carew, iii. 149. Mark, Ostella, when the Spring. Tatham, iii. 237. Mark, when she smiles with amiable cheer. Spenser, ii. 201. Martial, the things that do attain. Earl of Surrey, ii. 48. Melancholy hence! and get. Shirley, iii. 119. Mine own John Poins! since ye delight to know. Wyatt, ii. 40. Mirth, and nuptial joys betide. Baron, iii. 330. Morpheus, the humble god that dwells. Denham, iii. 235. Mournful Muses, sorrow's minions. Breton, ii. 248. Muse, be a bride-maid! dost not hear. Randolph, iii. 195. My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd. Anon., ii. 362. My heedless heart, which Love yet never knew. Watson, ii. 273. My love, I cannot thy rare beauties place. Smith, ii. 342. My lute, awake, perform the last. Anon., ii. 81. My lute, be as thou wert, when thou did grow. Drummond, iii. 66. My Muse by thee restor❜d to life. Davison, iii. 11. My once dear love, hapless that My shag-hair Cyclops, come,let's ply. Lylie, ii. 211. My true love hath my heart, and I have his. Sidney, ii. 228. My wanton Muse, that whilom us'd to sing. Raleigh, ii. 186. My wife, if thou regard mine ease. Kendall, ii. 195. Naked Love did to thine eye. Sherburne, iii. 239. Nay, I confess I should despise. Anon., iii. 382. No, Cynthia; never think I can. No more, no more of this! I Not, Celia, that I juster am. Not long ago, as I at supper sat. Breton, ii. 238. Not stayed state, but feeble stay. Yloop, ii. 127. Not the Phoenix in his death. Habington, iii. 187. Now clattering arms, now raging broils of war. Grimoald, ii. 63. Now each creature joys the other. Daniel, ii. 282. Now have I learn'd with much ado, at last. Raleigh, ii. 186. Now I find thy looks were feigned. Lodge, ii. 255. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger. Milton, iii. 203. Now the hungry lion roars. Shakspeare, ii. 306. O cruel Love! on thee I lay. Lylie, ii. 211. O yes! O yes! if any maid. Lylie, ii. 210. Of all the heavenly gifts. Grimoald, ii. 60. Oh for a bowl of fat Canary. Lylie, ii. 208. Oh happy golden age. Daniel, ii. 283. Oh senseless man, that murmurs still. Cotton, iii. 336. Oh that I could write a story. Breton, ii. 246. Oh vain world's glory, and unstedfast state. Spenser, ii. 204. Oh! what a pain is love. Anon., iii. 315. Oh! who hath tasted of thy clemency. Sandys, iii. 23. Oh would to God a way were found. Earl of Sterline, iii. 31. On a day, alack the day. Shakspeare, ii. 304. On a hill that grac'd the plain. Browne, iii. 101. On a hill there grows a flower. Breton, ii. 242. Only joy, now here you are. Sidney, ii. 219. Opinion rules the human state. Anon., iii. 379. Or love me less, or love me more. Godolphin, iii. 210. Our sighs are heard; just heaven declares. Waller, iii. 173. Pack clouds away, and welcome day. Heywood, iii. 25. Pale sad Aurora, leave thy showers to rain. Murray, iii. 72. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams. Raleigh, ii. 191. Perhaps you think, with your disdainful words. Fowler, ii. 339. Phillida was a fair maid. Anon., ii. 94. Phillis is my only joy. Sedley, iii. 367. Phillis, let's shun the common Phillis, why should we delay. Phoebus arise. Drummond, iii. 64. Poets may boast, as safely vain. Waller, iii. 182. Ponder thy cares, and sum them all in one. Murray, iii. 73. Poor Chloris wept, and from her eyes. Anon., iii. 319. Prithee, why so angry, sweet. Cotton, iii. 337. Quivering Fear, heart-tearing Cares. Wotton, ii. 325. Quoth he, not long since was a man. Warner, ii. 263. Reason, thou vain impertinence. Anon., iii. 381. Remov'd from fair Urania's eyes. Flatman, iii. 355. Return, my joys! and hither bring. Strode, iii. 157. Sacred spirit! whiles thy lyre. Sheppard, iii. 300. Sad eyes, what do you ail. Wither, iii. 82. See how the feather'd blossoms through the air. Veel, iii. See, O see. Earl of Bristol, See these two little brooks that slowly creep. Cartwright, iii. Sees not my love how time re- sumes. Waller, iii. 181. Shall I, hopeless, then pursue. Sherburne, iii. 241. Shall I tell you whom I love. Shall I, wasting in despair. Wi- She loves, and she confesses too. Since love will needs that I shall love. Wyatt, ii. 36. Sing lullaby, as women do. Sitting by a river's side. Green, Sleep, old man! let silence charm thee. Beaumont, iii. 60. So cruel prison how could be- So glides along the wanton So light is love, in matchless Spring of beauty, mine of plea- Steer, hither steer your winged Sweet are the thoughts that Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours. Drummond, iii. 69. Sweet, I do not pardon crave. Sweet solitary life, thou true re- Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread. Raleigh, ii. 185. Tagus, farewell, that westward Take, oh, take those lips away. Tell me, dearest, what is love. Tell me not of joy! there's none. Cartwright, iii. 214. Thanks, fair Urania, to your |