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A. A FACE that should content me wondrous well.
Wyatt. II. 49. A man may live thrice Nestor's life. Norton. II. 136. A neighbour mine not long ago there was. Sidney,
II. 257. A silly shepherd woo'd, but wist not. Anon. III.
414. A time there was, and divers there be yet. Anon.
III. 145. A vale there is, enwrapt with dreadful shades. South
well. II. 204. A woman's face is full of wiles. Gifford. II. 209. About the sweet bag of a bee. Herrick. III. 309. Adieu, desert, how art thou spent. Anon. II. 97. Ah me. Wither. III. 100. Ah! when will this long weary day have end. Spen.
ser. II. 237. All my senses, like beacon's flame. Ld Brook. II. 267. All
ye that grieve to think my death so near. Watson. II. 311. Am I despis'd because you say. Herrick. III. 310. Amarantha, sweet and fair. Lovelace. III. 274. Amaryllis I did woo. Wither. III. 85. Amongst the myrtles as I walk’d. Carew. III, 164. And though for her sake I'm crost. Wither. III. 96.
And would you see my mistress' face. Campion. III.
23. Anger in hasty words or blows. Waller. III. 191. Another scorns the home-spun thread of rhymes. Hall.
II. 387. April is past! then do not shed. Kinaston. III. 267. As Cupid took his bow and bolt. Anon. III. 346. As it fell upon a day. Barnfeild. II. 356. As poor Aurelia sat alone. Veel. III. 402. As then the sky was calm and fair. Peacham. II. 412. Ask me no more where Jove bestows. Carew. III.
168. Ask me why I send you here. Carew. III. 163. At liberty I sit, and see. Anon. II. 96. Away, fond thing ! tempt me no more. Cokain. III.
218. Away with these self-loving lads. Ld. Brook. II. 266.
B. Beauties, have ye seen this toy. Jonson. II. 390. Beauty clear and fair. Beaumont and Fletcher. III.
66. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew. Daniel.
II. 319. Because I breathe not love to every one. Sidney. II.
255. Before my face the picture hangs. Southwell
. II. 201. Being your slave, what should I do, but tend. Shak,
speare. II. 352. Beware, fair maid, of mighty courtiers' oaths. Sylves
ter. II. 330. Blame not my lute, though it do sound. John Hall.
II. 118. Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads.
Vaughan. III. 331. Blow, blow thou winter-wind. Shakespeare. II. 342. But let the Kentish lad that lately taught. G. Fletcher. III. 57.
C. Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms. Milton. III. Chaste, lovely Laura 'gan disclose. Cotton. III. 368. Chloris, farewell! I now must go. Waller. III. 189. Choose the darkest part o'th' grove. Dryden. III.
372. Cloris, I cannot say your eyes. Sedley. III. 387. Come and let us live, my dear. Crashaw. III. 224. Come away, come away, death. Shakespeare. II. 348. Come, Chloris, hie we to the bower. · Anon. III. 408. Come, come, dear Night! Love's mart of kisses. Chap
man. II. 294. Come, little infant ! love me now. Marvell. III. 296. Come, live with me, and be my dear. Raleigh. II. 225. Come, live with me, and be my love. Marlowe. II.
327. Come, my Celia, let us prove. Jonson. II. 388. Come, o come, I brook no stay. Cartwright. III.
237. Come, spur away. Randolph. III. 211. Celia jealous, lest I did. Hannay. III. 135. Cruel you be, who can say nay. Puttenham. II. 164. Cupid abroad was 'lated in the night. Green. II. 194. Cupid and my Campaspe play'd. Lylie. II. 243. Cupid, I scorn to beg the art. Fane. III. 406. Cupid once was weary grown. Anon. III. 409.
D. Daphnis must from Chloe part. Marvell. III. 292. Dear, do not your fair beauty wrong. May. III. 134. Dear! I to thee this diamond commend. Sir John Har
ington. II. 314. Dear quirister, who from those shadows sends. Drum
mond. III. 75. Did
you behold that glorious star, my dear. Prestwich. III. 327. Disdain me not without desert. Wyatt. II. 46. Distil not poison in mine ears. John Hall. III. $26. Divers thy death do diversly bemoan. E. of Surrey.
II. 62. Do not conceal thy radiant eyes. Kinaston. III. 265. Do 'way your physic, I faint no more. Anon, II. 106.
Down, stormy Passions, down ! no more. King. III.
Anon. III. 142.
Digby. III. 179.
of Sterline. III. 35.
Surrey. II. 55.
Gaze not on thy beauty's pride. Carew. III. 165.