Cromwell! our chief of men, who through a cloud. 214 Cupid and my Campaspè play'd...... 47 Cyriack! this three years' day, these eyes 217 Damon! come drive thy flocks this way ! Daughter of Jove! relentless power! Early, cheerful, mounting Lark Fair and fair and twice so fair Fair Daffodils! we weep to see. Fair Madam! you. Fair pledges of a fruitful tree!. Fair Summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore!. False World! thou liest: thou canst not lend... Fear no more the heat o' the sun Fine young Folly! though you were First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come First shall the heavens want starry light...... Flee from the press and dwell with soothfastness! Fresh Spring! the herald of Love's mighty king.. 243 271 64 8 129 168 298 117 71 175 186 175 88 171 108 188 228 69 3 142 33 97 253 103 Give place, ye Lovers! here before... Give place, you Ladies! and begone. Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease Go, lovely rose ................ Good Muse! rock me asleep. Go, Soul! the body's guest Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood!.. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. Hark! now every thing is still.. Hence, loathed Melancholy Hence, vain deluding Joys!.. PAGE II 14 177 141 191 23 25 283 258 108 181 131 199 203 256 174 Here lies the ruin'd Cabinet Her lamp the glow-worm lend thee!. He's not the happy man to whom is given.. He that loves a rosy cheek... How bless'd is he, though ever cross'd. How long with vain complaining ... How oft when thou, my Music! music play'st How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth If women could be fair and yet not fond.. 20 If ye would love and loved be 6 I have done one braver thing.. 122 I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read PAGE In time long past, when in Diana's chace 63 I once may see when years shall wreak my wrong. 79 I prithee let my heart alone! 247 168 145 300 193 279 86 I saw fair Chloris walk alone I saw my Lady weep... Is there for honest poverty I tell thee, Dick! where I have been.. I've heard the lilting at our yowe-milking I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile Lady! you are with beauties so enriched Let me not to the marriage of true minds... Let Mother Earth now deck herself in flowers Let us use it while we may. Like the violet, which alone.. Like to Diana, in her summer weed Like to the clear in highest sphere.... Love hath delight in sweet delicious fare. My Dearest! to let you or the world know. 173 My love is of a birth as rare 245 My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming. 112 9 My mind to me a kingdom is... My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun PAGE 48 113 My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy My silks and fine array My thoughts are wing'd with hope, my hopes with love.. My true Love hath my heart and I have his... 59 288 96 61 No more, no more of this I vow! 236 Not, Celia! that I juster am. Not marble, nor the gilded.. Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins. O Fair! O Sweet! when I do look on thee.. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw 256 IIO 165 49 295 Of her pure eyes, that now is seen Of your trouble, Ben! to ease me 89 125 O gentle Love! ungentle for thy deed. O Hand! of all hands living.. O, how thy worth with manners may I sing... O joy too high for my low style to show!.. O Night! O jealous Night! repugnant to my measures. O, whistle and I'll come to you, my Lad!. 300 Pack, clouds! away, and welcome, day!. Reveal, O tongue! the secrets of my thought! Ring out your bells! let mourning shows be spread! Rise, Lady Mistress! rise!..... Roses, their sharp spines being gone.. Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!. See the chariot at hand here of Love 178 71 54 143 135 267 123 See! with what simplicity.. Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green Shake off your heavy trance!.. 238 12 Shall I, hopeless, then pursue 138 233 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea ΙΙΟ Since first I saw your face I resolved... 148 Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! 92 Sith gone is my delight and only pleasure... 154 Sitting by a river-side... 74 Slow, slow, fresh fount! keep time with my salt tears 124 Some there are as fair to see too.. 133 Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were 120 So shoots a Star as doth my Mistress glide.. 84 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content 73 168 |