SIR ANTONIE SENTLEGER OF SIR T. WYATT. THUS lieth the dead, that whilome lived here THE END. 239 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A FACE that should content me wondrous well, 168. A spending hand that alway poureth out, 194. Ah! my heart, what aileth thee, 140. Alas! the grief, and deadly woful smart, 71. All in thy look my life doth whole depend, 175. Altho' thou see th' outrageous climb aloft, 233. Avising the bright beams of those fair eyes, 10. Because I still kept thee fro' lies and blame, 8. Cæsar, when that the traitor of Egypt, 6. Deem as ye list upon good cause, 149. Desire, alas, my master and my foe, 169. Disdain me not without desert, 43. Divers doth use, as I have heard and know, 19. Driven by desire I did this deed, 180. Each man me telleth I change most my devise, 7. Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever, 18. Forget not yet the tried intent, 126. For shamefast harm of great and hateful need, 169. For want of will in woe I plain, 44. From depth of sin, and from a deep despair, 228. Give place, all ye that doth rejoice, 137. Go, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart, 23. Hate whom ye list, for I care not, 141. Hear my prayer, O Lord; hear my request, 231. He is not dead, that sometime had a fall, 177. I abide, and abide; and better abide, 20. I see, that chance hath chosen me, 53. If amorous faith, or if a heart unfeigned, 15. If every man might him avaunt, 45. If fancy would favour, 65. If in the world there be more woe, 88. If it be so that I forsake thee, 27. If thou wilt mighty be, flee from the rage, 56. If waker care; if sudden pale colour, 5. If with complaint the pain might be express'd, 128. In doubtful breast whilst motherly pity, 170. In Court to serve decked with fresh array, 178. Is it possible, 108. It burneth yet, alas, my heart's desire, 182. It was my choice, it was no chance, 117. Leave thus to slander love, 93. Like as the bird within the cage inclosed, 54. Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry pass, 223. Love doth again, 143. Love, Fortune, and my mind which do remember, 13. Lux, my fair falcon, and thy fellows all, 177. Madam, withouten many words, 180. Marvel no more although, 38. Me list no more to sing, 131. Mine old dear enemy, my froward master, 152. Most wretched heart! most miserable, 96. My mother's maids, when they do sew and spin, 187. VOL. II. R Nature, that gave the bee so feat a grace, 175. Of Carthage he that worthy warrior, 175. Of purpose Love chose first for to be blind, 168. Oh! happy are they that have forgiveness got, 211. Pass forth, my wonted cries, 40. Patience! though I have not, 84. Patience of all my smart, 85. Patience! for I have wrong, 148. Perdie I said it not, 48. Process of time worketh such wonder, 87. Resound my voice, ye woods, that hear me plain, 33. Rue on me, Lord, for thy goodness and grace, 219. She sat, and sewed, that hath done me the wrong, 173. Since love is such as that ye wot, 121. Since love will needs that I shall love, 51. Since ye delight to know, 73. So feeble is the thread, that doth the burden stay, 157. Sometime I sigh, sometime I sing, 115. Sometime I fled the fire, that me so brent, 174. Speak thou and speed where will or power ought helpeth, 185. |