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language very nearly, if not perfectly identical with the English, was likely to be formed in the southern provinces of Scotland, before the termination of the twelfth century.
A. A man may live thrice Nestor's life. Norton. II. 108. A neighbour mine not long ago there was. Sidney. A silly shepherd woo'd, but wist not. Anon. II.
394 A time there was, and divers there be yet. Anon. A vale there is, enwrapt with dreadful shades. South.
well. II. 168. A woman's face is full of wiles. Gifford. II. 174. About the sweet bag of a bee. Herrick. III. 312. Adieu, desert, how art thou spent. Anon. II. 67. Ah me. Wither. III. 78. Ah when will this long weary day have end. Spenser. All ye that grieve to think my death so near. Watson.
Il. 281. Am I despis'd because you say. Herrick. III. 283. Amarantha sweet and fair. Lovelace. III. 248. Amaryllis I did woo. Wither, III. 67. Amongst the myrtles' as I walk'd. Carew. III. 138. And would you see my mistress' face. Campion. III. Anger in hasty words or blows. Waller. III, 166. Another scorns the homespun thread of rhymes, Hall.
April is past, then do not shed. Kinaston. III. 241.
field. II. 330.
192, Away with these self-loving lads, Ld. Brook. II. 236.
B. Beauties, have ye seen a toy. Jonson. II. 349. Beauty clear and fair. Beaumont and Fletcher. III.51. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew. Daniel. Because I breathe not love to every one. Sidney. II.
225. Before my face the picture hangs. Wastell. II. 323. Being your slave what should I do but tend. Shak
speare. II. 317. Beware, fair maid, of mighty courtiers' oaths. Syl.
vester. II. 299. Blame not my lute though it do sound. John Hall. Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads.
Vaughan. III. 304. Blow, blow thou winter wind. Shakspeare. II. 307.
C.: ? Chaste lovely Laura 'gan disclose. Cotton. III. 348. Chloris farewell, I now must go. Waller: III. 164. Chloris I cannot say your eyes. Sedley. III. 367. Choose the darkest part o'th'grove. Dryden. III.352. Come and let us live, my dear. Crashaw. III. 197. Come away, come away death. Shakspeare. II. 313. Come Chloris, hie we to the bower. Anon. III. 388.
Come, come, dear nymph, love's mart of blisses.
Chapman. II. 264. Come, little infant, love me now. Marvell. III. 270. Come live with me, and be my dear. Raleigh. 11.195. Come live with me, and be my love. Marlowe. II. 296. Come my Celia, let us prove. Jonson. II. 347. Come, O come, I brook no stay. Cartwright. III. 210. Come spur away. Randolph. III. 185. Cælia jealous lest I did. Hannay. III. 109. Cruel you be who can say nay. Puttenham. II. 136. Cupid abroad was lated in the night. Green. II. 161. Cupid and my Campaspe play'd. Lylie. 11. 213. Cupid I scorn to beg the art. Fane, III. 386. Cupid once was weary grown. Anon. III. 389.
D. Daphnis must from Chloe part. Marvell. III. 266. Dear, do not your fair beauty wrong. May. III. 108. Dear quirister who from those shadows sends. Drum.
mond, IIL. 57 Did you behold that glorious star, my dear. Prestwich. Distill not poison in mine ears. John Hall. III. 299. Divers thy death do diversly bemoan. Ld. Surrey. Do not conceal thy radiant eyes. Kinaston. III. 239. Do 'way your physic, I faint no more. Anon. II. 76. Down, stormy passions, down, no more. King. 111.93. Draw near. Stanley, 111. 289. Draw on sweet night best friend unto those cares.
Anon. III. 116. Drink to me only with thine eyes. Jonson. II. 348.
E. Early cheerful mounting lark. Davis. II. 338. Even such is time, which takes in trust. Raleigh. II. 195.
F. Faint amorist, what dost thou think. Sidney. II. 218. Fair Amynta art thou mad. Sedley. III. 372,
Fame, honour, beauty, state, trains, blood, and birth.
Digby. III. 154. Fear no more the heat o'th'sun. Shakspeare. II. 315. Fierce tyrant death, that in thy wrath didst take.
E. of Sterling. III. 26. Fine young folly, though you were. Habington. III.
178. From Tuscane came my lady's worthy race. Ld.Sur
rey. II. 46. Fuscus is free, and hath the world at will. Davis. II.
G. Gaze not on thy beauty's pride. Carew. III. 139. Get you gone, you will undo me. Sedley. III. 370. Give me a heart where no impure. Habington. III. 183. Give place, ye lovers, here before. Ld.Surrey. II.52. Give place you ladies, and be gone. Anon. II. 69. Go and catch a falling star. Donne. II. 344. Go, lovely rose. Waller. III. 168. Go soul, the body's guest. Raleigh. II. 185. Good huswife provides, ere sickness do come. Tusser.
117. Having interr'd her infant birth. Ld. Herbert of
Cherbury. I11. 34. He first deceas'd, she for a little tried. Wotton. II.334. He that loves a rosy cheek. Carew. III. 137. He whose active thoughts disdain. Stanley. III. 287.