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 still. Cotton, iii. 334. Lordly gallants, tell me this. Wither, iii. 77. 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. Mark how the bashful morn in 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 no more. King, iii. 110. My Phillis hath the morning sun. Dyer, ii. 157. 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 long ago, as I at supper sat. 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. 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. 374. See, O see. Earl of Bristol, iii. 370. See these two little brooks that slowly creep. Cartwright, iii. 213. Sees not my love how time re sumes. Waller, iii. 181. Servant, farewell!-Is this my hire. Hannay, iii. 125. Seven times hath Janus ta'en new year by hand. Tusser, ii. 122. Shall I, hopeless, then pursue. Sherburne, iii. 241. Shall I tell you whom I love. Browne, iii. 100. Shall I, wasting in despair. Wither, iii. 75. She loves, and she confesses too. Cowley, iii. 264. Shepherd, what's love? I pray thee, tell. Raleigh, ii. 190. Should I sigh out my days in grief. Stevenson, iii. 313. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Shakspeare, ii. 307. Silence, in truth, would speak my sorrow best. Wotton, ii. 327. Since love will needs that I shall love. Wyatt, ii. 36. Since secret spite hath sworn my wo. Breton, ii. 234. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Drayton, ii. 300. Sing lullaby, as women do. Gascoigne, ii. 149. Sitting by a river's side. Green, ii. 166. Sleep, old man! let silence charm thee. Beaumont, iii. 60. Sleep, Silence' child, sweet father of soft Rest. Drummond, iii. 65. So cruel prison how could betide, alas. Earl of Surrey, ii. 46. So glides along the wanton brook. Earl of Pembroke, iii. 33. So light is love, in matchless beauty shining. Anon., iii. 132. Spring of beauty, mine of plea- Steer, hither steer your winged Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content. Green, ii. 162. Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours. Drummond, iii. 69. Sweet, I do not pardon crave. Davison, iii. 12. Sweet solitary life, thou true repose. Lodge, ii. 252. Sweet Spring, thou turn'st, with all thy goodly train. Drummond, iii. 68. Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread. Raleigh, ii. 185. Sweetly breathing vernal air. Carew, iii. 141. Tagus, farewell, that westward with thy streams. Wyatt, ii. 38. Take, oh, take those lips away. Shakspeare, ii. 315. Tell me, dearest, what is love. Beaumont and Fletcher, iii. 57. Tell me not of joy! there's none. Cartwright, iii. 214. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind. Lovelace, iii. 255. Tell me, Utrechia, since my fate. Carew, iii. 154. Tell me, where is Fancy bred. Shakspeare, ii. 308. Thanks, fair Urania, to your scorn. Sedley, iii. 365. That which her slender waist confin'd. Waller, iii. 178. The ancient time commended not for nought. Grimoald, ii. 58. The awful sceptre, though it can compel. Peacham, ii. 368. The dawning day begins to glare. John Hall, ii. 104. The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy. Queen Elizabeth, ii. 136. The earth, late choak'd with showers. Lodge, ii. 254. The fountains drink caves subterrene. Fleckno, iii. 311. The glories of our blood and state. Shirley, iii. 122. The great Macedon, that out of Persie chased. Lord Surrey, ii. 51. The lopped tree in time may grow again. Southwell, ii. 169. The maple with a scarry skin. mine eyes. Anon., ii. 353. The monument which thou beholdest here. Lord Herbert of Cherbury, iii. 39. The mountains huge, that seem to check the sky. Peacham, ii. 367. The Muse who from your influ ence took her birth. Sandys, The Muses by your favour The silly swain, whose love breeds discontent. J. D., ii. 364. The smoky sighs, the bitter tears. Anon., ii. 88. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings. Earl of Surrey, ii. 50. The Spartan virgins, ere they had compos'd. Peacham, ii. 369. The sturdy rock, for all his strength. M. T., ii. 129. There's no dallying with Love. Sherburne, iii. 240. There was a man of stature big. Warner, ii. 261. There were three ravens sat on a tree. Anon., ii. 125. Therefore when restless rage of wind and wave. Grimoald, ii. 66. Think not, 'cause men flattering say. Carew, iii. 142. This crystal here. John Hall, iii. 302. This garden does not take my eyes. Shirley, iii. 120. This world a hunting is. Drummond, iii. 70. Thomalin, my lief, thy music strains to hear. P. Fletcher, iii. 44. Thou art pretty, but inconstant. Anon., iii. 321. Fan Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves. shaw, iii. 202. Thou ever youthful god of wine. Nabbes, iii. 219. Thou silent Moon, that look'st so pale. Miss Scott, iii. 325. Thou youthful goddess of the morn. Sherburne, iii. 242. Though life be short, and man doth, as the sun. Peacham, ii. 368. Though, when I lov'd thee, thou wert fair. Stanley, iii.290. Though winds do rage, as winds were wood. Tusser, ii. 122. Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove. Drummond, iii. 67. Thy beauty subject of my song I make. Smith, ii. 341. Time! I ever must complain. Hagthorpe, iii. 127. Time is a feather'd thing. Mayne, iii. 165. 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood. Beaumont and Fletcher, iii. 54. 'Tis now, since I sat down before. Suckling, iii. 226. 'Tis very true, I thought you once as fair. Cowley, iii. 260. To carve our loves in myrtle rinds. Cartwright, iii. 212. To die, dame Nature did man frame. T. Marshall, ii. 127. To love unlov'd it is a pain. Scot, ii. 105. To these, whom Death again did wed. Crashaw, iii. 208. To this my song give ear who list. Anon., ii. 90. Tune on my pipe the praises of my love. Green, ii. 163. Unclose those eye-lids, and out shine. Glapthorne, iii. 222. Under the green-wood tree. Shakspeare, ii. 311. Unto my spirit lend an angel's wing. Barnes, ii. 333. Walking in a shadowy grove. Belchier, iii. 40. Wantons! 'tis not your sweet eyings. Wither, iii. 78. We find by proof that into every age. James I., iii. 3. We that have known no greater state. Heywood, iii. 26. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. Beaumont and Fletcher, iii. 56. Well, then; I now do plainly see. Cowley, iii. 262. What pleasure have great princes. Anon., ii. 360. What shall become of man so wise. Sedley, iii. 368. What sudden chance or change is this. Willoby, ii. 336. What thing is Beauty, Nature's dearest minion. J. C., iii. 136. What though with figures I should raise. Nabbes, iii. 220. When all is done and said. Lord Vaux, ii. 76. When as thine eye hath chose the dame. Shakspeare, ii. 313. When Cupid scaled first the fort. Lord Vaux, ii. 70. When daisies pied, and violets blue. Shakspeare, ii. 305. When, dearest beauty, thou shalt pay. Stanley, iii. 294. When I by thy fair shape did swear. Lovelace, iii. 255. When I go musing all alone. Burton, iii. 5. When I to you of all my woes complain. Davison, iii: 10. When I was fair and young, then favour graced me. Earl of Oxford, ii. 141. When icicles hang by the wall. Shakspeare, ii. 305. When Love, with unconfined wings. Lovelace, iii. 256. When May is in his prime. Edwards, ii. 116. When May is in his prime, and youthful Spring. Watson, ii. 270. When Nature heard men thought her old. D'Avenant, iii. 170. When on my sick bed I languish. Flatman, iii. 356, |