Sidor som bilder

III. 313.

II. 144.

"Tis now,

Though life be short, and man doth, as the sun.

Peacham. II. 408. Though, when I lov'd thee, thou were fair. Stanley. Though winds do rage, as winds were wood. Tusser. Though you be absent here, I needs must say. Cowley.

III. 280. Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove. Drum

mond. III. 76. Thy beauty subject of my song I make. Smith. II.

381. Time! I ever must complain. Hagthorpe. III. 138. Time is a feather'd thing. Mayne. III. 181. Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood. Beaumont and Fletcher. III. 62.

since I sat down before. Suckling. III. 246, 'Tis very true, I thought you once as fair. Cowley.

III. 281. To carve our loves in myrtle rinds. Cartwright. III.

231. To die, dame Nature did man frame. T. Marshall. II.

150. To love unlov'd it is a pain. Scot. II. 123. To these, whom Death again did wed. Crashaw. III.

227: To this my song give ear who list. Anon. II. 103. Tune on my pipe the praises of my love. Green. II. 192.

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

242. Under the green-wood tree. Shakspeare. II. 351. Unto my spirit lend an angel's wing. Barnes. II. 373.

W. Walking in a shadowy grove. Belchier. III. 47. Wantons ! 'tis not your sweet eyings. Wither. III. 86. We find by proof that into every age. James I. III. 6. We that have known no greater state. Heywood. III.

32. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. Beaumont and

Fletcher. III, 64. Well, then; I now do plainly see. Cowley. III. 284. Wert thou thy life at liberty to choose. Peacham. II.

410. What bird so sings, yet so does wail. Lylie. II. 241. What is th’existence of man's life. King. III. 116. What makes Admetus sad ?-whate'er it be. Anon.

III. 144. What pleasure have great princes. Anon. II. 401. What shall become of man so wise. Sedley. III. 398. What sudden chance or change is this. Willoby. II.

376. What thing is Beauty, Nature's dearest minion. J.C,

III, 148. What though with figures I should raise. Nabbes,

III. 241 When all is done and said. Ld. Vaux. II. 88. When as thine eye hath chose the dame. Shakspeare.

II. 353 When Cupid scaled first the fort. Ld. Vaux. II. 82. When daisies pied, and violets blue. Shakspeare. II.

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

318. When I by thy fair shape did swear. Lovelace. III,

276. When I go musing all alone. Burton. III. 9. When I to you of all my woes complain. Davison. When I was fair and young, then favour graced me.

E. of Oxford. II. 167. When icicles hang by the wall. Shakspeare. II. 345. When Love, with unconfined wings. Lovelace. II.

277 When May is in his prime. Edwards. II. 139. When May is in his prime, and youthful Spring,

Watson. II. 307.

III. 14.

III. 379.

When Nature heard men thought her old. D'Avenant.

III. 186. When on my sick bed I languish. Flatman. III. 384. When Phenix shall have many makes. Turbervile.

II. 184. When the monthly-horned queen. Mennis and Smith, When the sad ruin of that face. Beedome. III. 268. When the straight columns, on whose well-knit chine.

Delaune. III. 270. When to her lute Corinna sings. Campion. III. 22. When wert thou born, Desire. E. of Oxford. 11. 169. When whispering strains do softly steal. Strode. IIÍ.

174. When women first dame Nature wrought. Edwards. When words are weak, and foes encountering strong.

Southwell. II. 200. When you the sun-burnt pilgrim see. Carew. III.

162. Whence comes my love ?-oh, heart, disclose. Haring

ton. II. 165. Where Cupid's fort hath made a way. Anon. II. 399. Where seething sighs and sower sobs. Ld. Vaux. Ií.

90. Where the bee sucks, there suck I. Shakspeare. II.

II. 137.


Where Wit is over-rul'd by Will. Davison. III. 15.
While I listen to thy voice. Waller. III. 202.
While the Moon, with sudden gleam. Miss Scott.
Whilom, in the winter's rage. Green. II. 193.
Whiles early light springs from the skies. Cartwright.
Who is it that this dark night. Sidney. II. 256.
Who is Silvia? what is she. Shakspeare. II. 349.
Why doth the ear so tempt the voice. Habington.
Why fearest thou thy outward foe. Anon. II. 95.
Why let her go.-I'll vex myself no more. Brome,

III. 351.

III. 235;


Ill. 207.


Why should I longer long to live. E. S. II. 153. Why should you swear I am forsworn. Lovelace. III.

274. Why so pale and wan, fond lover. Suckling. III. 244. Winds, whisper gently whilst she sleeps. Cotton. III.

366. Wonder it is, and pity is't, that she, Constable. II.

304. Wonder not though I am blind. Carew. III, 168. Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest. E. of Surrey. II. 63.

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

Gifford. II. 208. Ye nimble dreams, with cobweb wings. Anon. III.

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

Fletcher. III. 64. You are a tulip, seen to-day. Herrick. III. 308. You meaner beauties of the night. Wotton. II. 364. You who dwell above the skies. Sandys. III. 25. Your looks so often cast. Wyatt. II. 44. Youth made a fault through lightness of belief.

Watson. II. 312.


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