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Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer. Spenser.
Martial the things that do attain. Ld. Surrey. II. 51.
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, 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 I 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.
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. Mil
ton. III. 196. Now the hungry lion roars. Shakspeare. II. 310.
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 flower. 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.
Poets may boast, as safely vain. Waller. III. 175. Ponder thy cares, and sum them all in one. Murray.
III. 64. Poor Chloris wept, and from her eyes. Anon. III.
317. Prithee die and set me free. Denham. III, 228. Prithee why so angry sweet. Cotton. III. 345.
Q. Quoth he not long since was a man. Warner. II. 270.
R. Reason, thou vain impertinence. Anon. III. 392. Remov'd from fair Urania's eyes. Flatman. III. 363. Return my joys and hither bring. Strode. III. 147.
S. Sacred spirit whilst thy lyre. Sheppard. III, 295. Sad eyes what do you ail. Wither. III. 72. See how the feather'd blossoms thro' the air. Veel."
III. 383. See, O see. E. of Bristol. III. 379. See these two little brooks, that slowly creep. Cart
wright. III. 205. Sees not my love how time resumes.. Waller.III.174. Servant, farewell, is this my hire. Hannay. III, 110. Seven times hath Janus ta'en new year by hand.
Tusser. II. 118. Shall I hopeless then pursue. Sherburne. III. 235. Shall I tell you whom I love. Brown. III. 86. Shall I, wasting in despair. Wither. III. 65. She loves and she confesses too. Cowley. III. 260. Shepherd what's love, I pray thee tell. Raleigh. II.
193. Should I sigh out my days in grief. Stevenson. III.309. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Shakspeare. II.
311. Silence in truth.would speak my sorrow best. Wotton. Since love will needs that I shall love. Wyatt. II. 45.
Since secret spite hath sworn my woe. Breton. II. 240.
Drayton. II. 305.
mond. III. 55.'
mond. III. 61.
Drunniond. III. 60.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind. Lovelace. III.
249. Tell me, Utrechia, since my fate. Carew. III. 144. Tell me where is Fancy bred. Shakspeare. II. 312. Tell me ye wandering spirits of the air. Anon.III.396. Thanks, fair Urania, to your scorn. Sedley. III. 373. That which her slender waist confin'd. Waller. III.
170. The dawning day begins to glare. John Hall. II. 93. The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy. Q.
Elizabeth. II. 134. The earth late choak'd with showers. Lodge. II. 261. The fountains drink caves subterrene. Fleckno. III.
307. The glories of our blood and state. Shirley. III. 107. The lopped tree in time may grow again. Southwell.
II. 167. The maple with a scarry skin. Hannay. III. The mist is gone that blear'd mine eyes. Anon. II.
354. The monument which thou beholdest here. Ld. Her
bert of Cherbury. III. 38. The rushing rivers that do run. Googe. II. 147. The smoky sighs, the bitter tears. Anon. II. 71. The silly swain whose love breeds discontent. Anon.
II. 361. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings.
Ld. Surrey. II. 53 The sturdy rock for all his strength. Yloop. II. 123. The sun, the season in each thing. W. H. II. 359. The ways on earth have paths and turnings known.
E. of Essex. II. 327. The woods, the rivers, and the meadows green.
Spenser. II. 205. There's no dallying with love. Sherburne. III. 234. There was a man of stature big. Warner. II. 268. There were three ravens sat on a tree. Anon. II.
I rg. This crystal her John Hall. III. 298. This garden does not take my eyes. Shirley. III. 104.