PAGE NO. 181 254 L. 9, cruels: worsteds. This lovely and pathetic little piece has 182 256 L. 3, paddocks: frogs. The tenderness of these lines re- 183 257 L. 13, artless: unskilful. Another piece remarkable for natural $87 261 L. 11, candour: whiteness. Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly 150 87 82 154 51 138 120 74 All has been plunder'd from me but my wit 123 73 Along the dark and silent night 166 Am I despised, because you say 147 86 Among thy fancies, tell me this 155 106 Anthea, I am going hence. 118 Anthea laugh'd, and, fearing lest excess 104 As is your name, so is your comely face 152 As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay 94 As shews the air when with a rainbow graced 89 Ask me why I send you here 139 A sweet disorder in the the dress 109 A wearied pilgrim I have wander'd here 80 Bacchus, let me drink no more 159 Bad are the times. Sil. And worse than they are we 33 Beauty no other thing is, than a beam. 124 Be bold, my book, nor be abash'd, or fear 4 Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere 160 PAGE Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings 54 Come thou, who art the wine and wit. 80 Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence 27 Dear, though to part it be a hell 214 Dew sate on Julia's hair 93 Down with the rosemary and bays. 16 Down with the rosemary, and so 16 Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent 127 Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may First offer incense; then, thy field and meads 166 Get up, get up for shame! the blooming moru Good day, Mirtillo. Mirt. And to you no less 29 Good morrow to the day so fair. 44 Good things, that come of course, far less do please Here we are all by day; by night we're hurl'd How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art 90 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Now is the time for mirth. 197 1 PAGE I ask'd thee oft what poets thou hast read I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do? I call, I call: who do ye call? I could but see thee yesterday 133 154 134 100 I dare not ask a kiss 1-02 I'll write no more of love, but now repent 178 Immortal clothing I put on 99 In all thy need, be thou possest 165 In numbers, and but these few. In man, ambition is the common'st thing In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse. In the hour of my distress In this world, the Isle of Dreams I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers Is this a life, to break thy sleep I will confess. Julia, if I chance to die. Kindle the Christmas brand, and then Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be. Let fair or foul my mistress be . 104 Let others to the printing-press run fast 122 Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed 110 130 Let's now take our time 47 Life is the body's light; which, once declining 168 73 Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never 133 Man is composed here of a twofold part. 132 Man knows where first he ships himself; but he . 131 Man may want land to live in; but for all. 127 Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true 130 Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell PAGE 52 Now is the time when all the lights wax dim 119 No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim 123 No news of navies burnt at seas 65 Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let 131 No wrath of men, or rage of seas 132 O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be 178 119 One silent night of late. 45 Ponder my words, if so that any be 157 Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see Since to the country first I came 57 So Good-luck came, and on my roof did light Thou shalt not all die for while Love's fire shines 9 Three lovely sisters working were III Thrice, and above blest, iny soul's half, art thou 58 Till I shall come again, let this suffice 68 |