Hear, ye virgins, and I'll teach. Herrick. III. 28г. Hears not my Phillis, how the birds. Sedley. III. 375. Heart-tearing cares, and quivering fears. Wotton. II. 331. Hence all you vain delights Beaumont and Fletcher. III. 48. Hence away thou Syren leave me. Wither. III. 74. Here Celia for thy sake I part. Waller. III. 171. Here's to thee Dick, this whining love despise. Cowley. III. 253. Honest lover whosoever. Suckling. III. 217.. How eager are our vain pursuits. Veel. III. 381. How happy a thing were a wedding. Flatman. III. 363. How I laugh at their fond wish. Gomersall. III.150. How uneasy is his life. Cotton. III. 347. How we dally out our days, Gomersall. III. 151. Husband if thou wilt pure appear. Kendall. II. 200. I. I ask not one in whom all beauties grow. Cowley. III. 254. I being care, thou fliest me as ill fortune. Constable. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair. Anon. III.325. I never stoop'd so low as they. Donne. II. 345. I pray thee love, love me no more. Drayton. II. 305. I read how Salmacis sometime with sight. Turbervile. II. 151. I see there is no sort. Anon. II. 72. I tell thee Dick where I have been. Suckling. III. 221. I walk'd along a stream for pureness rare. Marlowe. II. 297. I weigh not fortune's frown or smile. Sylvester. II. 300. I with whose colours Myra drest her head. Ld. Brook. II. 234. I'll tell you whence the rose did first grow red. Anon. III. 313. If banish'd sleep and watchful care. Turbervile. II. 150. If ever sorrow spoke from soul that loves. Constable. II. 275. If marriage life yield such content. Brathwayt. III. 81. If mine eyes do e'er declare. Cowley. III. 256. If that the world and love were young. Raleigh. II. 188. If the quick spirits in your eye. Carew. III. 135. In hope a king doth go to war. Anon. III. 115. In Thetis' lap while Titan took his rest. Watson. II. 278. In thy fair breast, and once fair soul. Sir R. Howard. III: 278. In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. Watson. II. 279: Insulting beauty, you mis-spend. E.of Rochester. III. 384. Invest my head with fragrant rose. Heath. III. 292. It chanc'd of late a shepherd swain. Davison. III. 15. K. Know Celia since thou art so proud. Carew. III. 141. Know then, my brethren, heaven is clear. Quarles. III. 96. L. Laid in my quiet bed to rest. Gifford. II. 175. 204. Like as the damask rose you see. Wastell. II. 325. Like the violet which alone. Habington. III. 181. Like to Diana in her summer-weed. Green. II. 164. Little think'st thou, poor ant, who there. Fleckno. III. 306. Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose. Lord how you take upon you still. Cotton. III. 341. Love in fantastic triumph sat. Behn. III. 339. Love in her sunny eyes does basking play. Cowley. III. 256. Love is a region full of fires. Sir J.Beaumont. III. 44. Love is a sickness full of woes. Daniel. II. 294. Love not me for comely grace. Anon. III. 116. Love still has something of the sea. Sedley. III. 371. Love when 'tis true needs not the aid. Sedley.III.368. Love's sooner felt than seen, his substance thin. P. Fletcher. III, 42. M. Madam, withouten many words. Wyatt. II. 43. Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer. Spenser. II. 204. Martial the things that do attain. Ld. Surrey. II. 51. Melancholy hence and get. Shirley. III. 103. Mirth and nuptial joys betide. Baron. III. 337Mournful muses, sorrow's minions. Breton. II. 255. My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd. Anon. II. 358. My heedless heart, which love yet never knew. Watson. II. 280. My love I cannot thy rare beauties place. Smith. II. 343. My lute awake, perform the last. Anon. II. 63. My lute be as thou wast when thou didst grow. Drummond. III. 56. My muse by thee restor❜d to life. Davison. III. 13. My once dear love, hapless that I no more. King. III. 94. My Phillis hath the morning sun. Dyer. II. 156. My senses all, like beacon's flame. Ld. Brook.II.237. My shag-hair'd Cyclops come let's ply. Lylie. II. 215. My true love hath my heart and I have his. Sidney. II. 233. My wanton muse that whilom us'd to sing. Raleigh. II. 183. My wife if thou regard mine ease. Kendall. II. 198. N. Naked love did to thine eye. Sherburne. III. 233. 279. No more, no more of this I vow. Brome. III. 274. Now have I learn'd with much ado at last, Raleigh. II. 182. Now I find thy looks were feign'd. Lodge. II. 262. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger. Milton. III. 196. Now the hungry lion roars. Shakspeare. II. 310. 0. O yes! O yes! if any maid. Lylie. II. 214. Oh that I could write a story. Breton. II. 253. Oh what a pain is love. Anon. III. 313. Oh would to God a way were found. E. of Sterling. III. 29. On a day, alack the day. Shakspeare. II. 308. 202. Our sighs are heard just heaven declares. Waller. III. 165. P. Pack clouds away, and welcome day. Heywood. III.23. Pale sad Aurora leave thy showers to rain. Murray. III. 63. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams. Ra leigh. II. 192. Phillida was a fair maid. Anon. II. 77. Phillis is my only joy. Sedley, III. 377. Phillis let's shun the common fate. Sedley. III. 365. Phillis this early zeal assuage. Sedley. III. 369. |