Hear, ye virgins, and I'll teach. Herrick. III. 281. 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. Cow

ley. III. 253: Honest lover whosoever. Suckling. III. 217.. How eager are our vain pursuits. Veel. III. 385. How happy a thing were a wedding. Flatman. III.

363. How I laugh at their fund 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.

II. 276. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair. Anon. III.325. I felt my heart and found a flame. Lluellyn. III. 350. I find it true that some have said. Willoby. II. 341. I in these flowery meads would be. Walton. III. 101. I laugh sometimes with little lust. Gascoigne, II. 142. I made a posy while the day ran by. Herbert. III. 99. I muse and marvell in my mind. Scot. II. 96. I must alledge, and thou canst tell. Gascoigne. II.145. I must not grieve my love whose eyes would read.

Daniel. II. 289. I never stoop'd so low as they. Donne. II. 345. I never yet could see that face. Cowley. III. 259. I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong.

Daniel. Il. 288. I pray

thee love, love me no more, Drayton. II. 305. I prithee leave this peevish fashion, Brome. III. 273. II. 151.

II. 297.

II. 234.

III. 313;

II. 275

I read how Salmacis sometime with sight. Turbervile.
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. I weigh not fortune's frown or smile. Sylvester. II.

300. I with whose colours Myra drest her head. Ld. Brook. I'll tell you whence the rose did first grow red. Anon. If banish'd sleep and watchful care. Turbervile. II.

150. If ever sorrow spoke from soul that loves. Constable, 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. If this be love to draw a weary breath. Daniel. II. 287. If thou like her flowing tresses. Prestwich. III, 302. If truth may take no trusty hold. John Hall. II. go. In a grove most rich of shade. Sidney. II. 219. In Bowdown on black monday. Clapperton. II. 99. In going to my naked bed as one that would have

slept. Edwards. II. 113. In hope a king doth go to war. Anon. III, 115. In the merry month of May. Breton, II. 250. 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. Insulting beauty, you mis-spend. E.of Rochester, III.


II. 279;

Invest my head with fragrant rose. Heath. III. 2921 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. Like as the culver on the bared bough. Spenser. II.

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.

Daniel. II. 286. Lord how you take upon you still. Cotton. III. 341. Lordly gallants tell me this. Wither. III. 67. Love and my mistress were at strife. Breton. II. 256. Love, brave virtue's younger brother. Crashaw. III.

198. 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. 37!. 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. Margarita first possess'd. Cowley. III. 261. Mark how the bashful morn in vain. Carew. III.140. Mark Ostella when the spring. Tatham. III. 231,

ÍII. 94:

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. 337. Mournful 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. Wat.

son. 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. Drum

mond. III. 56. My muse by thee restor'd to life. Davison. III. 13. My once dear love, hapless that I no more. King. My Phillis hath the morning sun. Dyer. II. 156. My senses all, like beacon's fame. 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. 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. Nay I confess I should despise. Anon. III. 393. No Cynthia, never think can, Sir R. Howard. III.

279. No more, no more of this I vow. Brome. III. 274. No victor when in battle spent. D'Avenant. III. 158. Not Celia that I juster am. Sedley. III. 366. Not long ago as I at supper sat. Breton. II. 244. Not stayed state, but feeble stay. Yloop. II. 121. Not the phenix in his death. Habington. III. 180. Now each creature joys the other. Daniel. II, 290,

II. 233•

III. 29.

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. Mila

ton. III. 196. Now the hungry lion roars. Shakspeare. II. 3io.

0. O yes! O yes ! if any maid. Lylic. II. 214. Oh cruel love on thee I lay. Lylie. II. 215. Oh for a bowl of fat canary. Lylie. II. 212. Oh happy golden age. Daniel. II. 291. Oh that I could write a story. Breton. II. 253. Oh senseless man that murmurs still, Cotton. III. 343. Oh vain world's glory, and unstedfast state. Spenser.

II. 208. Oh what a pain is love. Anon. III. 313. Oh would to God a way were found. E. of Sterling. On a day, alack the day. Shakspeare. II. 308. On a hill that grac'd the plain. Brown. III. 88. On a hill there grows a Aower. Breton. II. 248. Only joy now here you are. Sidney. II. 223. Opinion rules the human state. Anon. III. 390. Or love me less, or love me more. Godolphin. III. 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. Phillis why should we delay. Waller. III. 169. Phoebus arise. Drummond. III. 57.


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