This life of ours is like a rose. E. of Sterling. III. 28.

This world a hunting is. Drummond. III. 61. Think not 'cause men Aattering say. Carew. III.

132 Thou art not fair for all thy red and white. Sylvester.

II. 301.

Thou art pretty but inconstant. Anon. III. 319. Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves.

Fanshaw. III. 194. Thou ever youthful god of wine. Nabbes. III. 212. Thou silent moon that look'st so pale. Anon. III.

323 Thou youthful goddess of the morn. Sherburne. III.

236. Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair. Stanley.

III. 286. Though winds do rage as winds were wood. Tusser. Though you be absent here I needs must say. Cowley.

II, 117.

III. 254.

Thrice happy he who by some shady grove. Drum

mond. III. 59. Thy beauty subject of my song I make. Smith. II. 342. Time I ever must complain. Hagthorpe. III, 112. Time is a feather'd thing. Mayne. III. 156. Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood. Beaumont

and Fletcher. III. 46. 'Tis now since I sat down before. Suckling. III.

219. 'Tis very true I thought you once as fair. Cowley. To carve our loves in myrtle rinds. Cartwright. III.

204. To die dame nature did man frame. Yloop. II. 122. To love unlov'd it is a pain. Scot. II. 95. To these whom death again did wed. Crashaw. III. To this my song give ear who list. Anon. II. 73. Tune on my pipe the praises of my love. Green. II. 159.


III. 255.



U. Unclose those eye-lids and outshine. Glapthorne. III.

215 Under the green-wood tree. Shakspeare. II. 316.

W. Walking in a shadowy grove. Belchier. III. 39. Wantons, 'tis not your sweet eyings. Wither. III.68. We that have known no greater state. Heywood.III. 24. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. Beaumont and

Fletcher. III. 49. Well then, I now do plainly see. Cowley. III. 258. What bird so sings, yet so does wail. Lylie. II. 211. What is th' existence of man's life. King. III. 91. What makes Admetus sad? whate'er it be. Anon.

III. 118. What pleasures have great princes. Anon. II. 357: What shall become of man so wise. Sedley. III. 378. What sudden chance or change is this. Willoby. II.

339. What thing is beauty nature's dearest minion. Anon.

III. 122. What though with figures I should raise. Nabbes. When all is done and said. Ld. Vaux. II. 58. When as thine eye hath chose the dame. Shakspeare. When Cupid scaled first the fort. Ld.Vaux. II. 55. When daisies pied and violets blue. Shakspeare. II.

309. When, dearest beauty, thou shalt pay. Stanley. III.

291. When I by thy fair shape did swear. Lovelace. III.

250. When I go musing all alone. Burton. III. 6. When I to you of all my woes complain. Davison, When I was fair and young, then favour graced me.

E. of Oxford. II. 137. When icicles hang by the wall. Shakspeare. II. 311.

III. 214.

II. 317.

III. 11.

II. 154.

When love with unconfined wings. Lovelace. III.251.
When May is in his prime. Edwards. II. 111.
When May is in his prime, and youthful spring.

Watson. II. 277.
When nature heard men thought her old. D'Avenant.

III. 161. When on my sick bed I languish. Flatman. III. 364. When Phænix shall have many makes. Turbervile. When the monthly-horned queen. Mennis and Smith.

III. 358. When the sad ruin of that face. Beedome. III. 242. When the straight columns on whose well-knit chine.

Delaune. III. 244. When to her lute Corinna sings. Campion. III. 19. When wert thou born, Desire. E. of Oxford. II. 139. When whispering strains do softly steal. Strode. IIÍ.

148. When women first dame nature wrought. Edwards.

II. 109. When


the sun-burnt pilgrim see. Carew. III. 136. Whence comes my love, oh heart disclose. Harring

ton. II. 284. Where Cupid's fort hath made a way. Anon. II. 355. Where seething sighs and sower sobs. Ld.Vaux. 11.60. Where the bee sucks there lurk I. Shakspeare. II.

313. Where wit is over-rul'd by will. Davison. III. 12. When words are weak, and foes encountering strong.

Southwell. II. 166. While I listen to thy voice. Waller. III. 177, While the moon with sudden gleam. Anon. III. 324. Whilom in the winter's rage. Green. II. 160. Whilst early light springs from the skies. Cartwright,

III. 208. Who is it that this dark night. Sidney. II. 226. Who is Silvia, what is she. Shakspeare. II. 314. Why doth the ear so tempt the voice. Habington.

IlI. 182. Why fearest thou thy outward foe. Anon. II. 65.Why let her go, I'll vex myself no more. Brome. III.

276. Why should I longer long to live. Yloop. II. 125. Why should you swear I am forsworn. Lovelace. III.

248. Why so pale and wan, fond lover. Suckling. III. 216. Winds whisper gently whilst she sleeps. Cotton. III.

.346. Wonder it is, and pity is't that she. Constable II. 274. Wonder not though I am blind. Carew. III. 142.

Y. Ye gladly would have me to make you some toy.

Gifford. II. 173. Ye nimble dreams, with cobweb wings. Anon. III.

318. Ye should stay longer if we durst. Beaumont and

Fletcher. III. 49. Ye who dwell above the skies. Sandys. III. 21. You are a tulip seen to-day. Herrick. III, 282, You meaner beauties of the night. Wotton. II. 330. Young men fly when beauty darts. Peck. III. 311. Your looks so often cast. Wyatt. II. 44. Youth made a fault through lightness of belief. Wat

son. II. 282.



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