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I read how Salmacis sometime with sight. Turbervile.
II. 151. I see there is no sort. Anon. II. 72. I tell thee Dick where I have been. Suckling. III.
I walk'd along a stream for pureness rare. Marlowe.
II. 297. I weigh not fortune's frown or smile. Sylvester. II.
300. I with whose colours Myra drest her head. Ld. Brook.
II. 234. I'll tell you whence the rose did first grow red. Anon.
III. 313. If banish'a sleep and watchful care. Turbervile. II.
150. If ever sorrow spoke from soul that loves. Constable.
II. 275. If marriage life yield such content. Brathwayt. III.81. If mine eyes do e'er declare. Cowley. III. 256. If that the world and love were young. Raleigh. II.
188. If the quick spirits in your eye. Carew. III. 135. If this be love to draw a weary breath. Daniel. II. 287. If thou like her flowing tresses. Prestwich. III. 302. If truth may take no trusty hold. John Hall. II. 90. In a grove most rich of shade. Sidney. II. 219. In Bowdown on black monday. Clapperton. II. 99. In going to my naked bed as one that would have
slept. Edwards. II. 113. In hope a king doth go to war. Anon. III. 115. In the merry month of May. Breton, II. 250. In Thetis' lap while Titan took his rest. Watson. II. - 278. In thy fair breast, and once fair soul. Sir R. Howard.
III. 278. In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. Watson.
II. 279. Insulting beauty, you mis-spend. E.of Rochester. III, Invest my head with fragrant rose. Heath. III. 292: It chanc'd of late a shepherd swain. Davison. III. 15.
K. Know Celia since thou art so proud. Carew. III. 141. Know then, my brethren, heaven is clear. Quarles,
L. Laid in my quiet bed to rest. Gifford. II. 175. Like as the culver on the bared bough. Spenser. II.
204. Like as the damask rose you see. Wastell. II. 325. Like the violet which alone. Habington. III. 181. Like to Diana in her summer-weed. Green. II. 164. Little think'st thou, poor ant, who there. Fleckno.
III. 306. Look, Delia, how w' esteem the half-blown rose.
Daniel. II. 286. Lord how you take upon you still. Cotton. III. 341. Lordly gallants tell me this. Wither. III. 67. Love and my mistress were at strife. Breton. II. 256. Love, brave virtue's younger brother. Crashaw. III.
198. Love in fantastic triumph sat. Behn. III. 339. Love in her sunny eyes does basking play. Cowley.
III. 256. Love is a region full of fires. Sir J. Beaumont. III. 44., Love is a sickness full of woes. Daniel. II. 294. Love not me for comely grace. Anon. III. 116. Love still has something of the sea. Sedley. III. 371. Love when 'tis true needs not the aid. Sedley.III.368. Love's sooner felt than seen, his substance thin. P. Fletcher. III. 42.
M. Madam, withouten many words. Wyatt. II. 43. Margarita first possess'd. Cowley. III. 261. Mark how the bashful morn in vain. Carew. III. 140. Mark Ostella when the spring. Tatham. III, 231.
Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer. Spenser.
II. 204. Martial the things that do attain. Ld. Surrey. II. 51. Melancholy hence and get. Shirley. III. 103. Mirth and nuptial joys betide. Baron. III. 337. Mournful muses, sorrow's minions. Breton. II. 255. My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd. Anon.
II. 358. My heedless heart, which love yet never knew. Wat
son. II. 280. My love I cannot thy rare beauties place. Smith. II.
My lute awake, perform the last. Anon. II. 63.
mond. III. 56. My muse by thee restor'd to life. Davison. III. 13. My once dear love, hapless that I no more. King.
ÍII. 94. My Phillis hath the morning sun. Dyer. II. 156. My senses all, like beacon's fame. Ld.Brook. II.237. My shag-hair'd Cyclops come let's ply. Lylie. II. 215. My true love hath my heart and I have his. Sidney.
II. 233. My wanton muse that whilom us'd to sing. Raleigh.
II. 183 My wife if thou regard mine ease. Kendall. II. 198.
N. Naked love did to thine eye. Sherburne. III, 233. Nay I confess I should despise. Anon. III. 393. No Cynthia, never think I can. Sir R. Howard. III.
279. No more, no more of this I vow. Brome. III. 274. No victor when in battle spent. D'Avenant. III, 158. Not Celia that I juster am. Sedley. III. 366. Not long ago as I at supper sat. Breton. II. 244. Not stayed state, but feeble stay. Yloop. II. 121. Not the phenix in his death. Habington. III. 180. Now each creature joys the other. Daniel. II. 290.
Now have I learn'd with much ado at last. Raleigh.
II. 182. Now I find thy looks were feign’d. Lodge. II. 262. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger. Mil.
ton. III. 196. Now the hungry lion roars. Shakspeare. II. 310.
O yes! O yes I if any maid. Lylio. II. 214.
On a day, alack the day. Shakspeare. II. 308.
202. Our sighs are heard just heaven declares. Waller.
Pack clouds away, and welcome day. Heywood.III.23. Pale sad Aurora leave thy showers to rain. Murray.
III. 63. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams. Ra
leigh. II. 192. Phillida was a fair maid. Anon. II. 77. Phillis is my only joy. Sedley, III. 377. Phillis let's shun the common fate. Sedley. III. 365, Phillis this early zeal assuage. Sedley. III. 369. Phillis why should we delay. Waller. III. 169. Phoebus arise. Drummond. III. 57.
Poets may boast, as safely vain. Waller. III. 175. Ponder thy cares, and sum them all in one. Murray.
III. 64. Poor Chloris wept, and from her eyes. Anon. III,
317. Prithee die and set me free. Denham. III. 228. , Prithee why so angry sweet. Cotton. III. 345.
Quoth he not long since was a man. Warner. II. 270.
Reason, thou vain impertinence. Anon. III. 392. Remov'd from fair Urania's eyes. Flatman. III. 363. Return my joys and hither bring. Strode. III, 147
S. Sacred spirit whilst thy lyre. Sheppard. III. 295. Sad eyes what do you ail. Wither. III. 72. See how the feather'd blossoms thro' the air. Veel.
III. 383. See, O see. E. of Bristol. III. 379. See these two little brooks that slowly creep. Cart
wright. III. 205. Sees not my love how time resumes. Waller.III.174. Servant, farewell, is this my hire. Hannay. III, 110. Seven times hath Janus ta'en «new year by hand.
Tusser. II. 118. Shall I hopeless then pursue. Sherburne. III. 235. Shall I tell you whom I love. Brown. III. 86. Shall I, wasting in despair. Wither. III, 65. She loves and she confesses tov. Cowley. III. 260. Shepherd what's love, I pray thee tell. Raleigh. II.
Should I sigh out my days in grief. Stevenson. III.309. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Shakspeare. II.
311. Silence in truth would speak my sorrow best. Wotton,
II. 333. Since love will needs that I shall love. Wyatt. II. 45,