I, with whose colours Myra drest her head. Greville, 55
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I. Donne, 120

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way. Shakespeare, 99

Lady! you are with beauties so enriched. Davison, 130
Lawn as white as driven snow. Shakespeare, 98
Lay a garland on my hearse. Beaumont, 152

Leave me, O love, which reachest but to dust. Sidney, 191
Let me not to the marriage of true minds. Shakespeare, 215
Let others sing of Knights and Paladines. Daniel, 198
Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing. J. Fletcher, 147
Like to Diana in her summer weed. Greene, 68
Like to the clear in highest sphere. Lodge, 59
Like unto those unmeasurable mountains. Wyatt, 183
Look Delia how we 'steem the half-blown rose.
Love, a thousand sweets distilling. Shirley, 156
Love guards the roses of thy lips. Lodge, 62

Daniel, 197

Love in a humour played the prodigal. Drayton, 199

Love in my bosom like a bee. Lodge, 60

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show. Sidney, 186
Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde. Spenser, 203

Martial, the things that do attain. Earl of Surrey, 10
Melpomene, the Muse of tragic songs. Peele, 65

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. Ralegh, 193
Midnight was come, and every vital thing. Sackville, 238
Mine eye, mine ear, my will, my wit, my heart. Davies, 217
Mortality, behold and fear. Beaumont, 153

My Daphne's hair is twisted gold. Lyly, 45

My flocks feed not, my ewes breed not. Barnfield, 129

My galley charged with forgetfulness. Wyatt, 184

My lady's presence makes the roses red. Constable, 196

My love to scorn, my service to retain. Wyatt, 183
My lute awake! perform the last. Wyatt, i

My mind to me a kingdom is. Dyer, 15

My Phyllis hath the morning sun. Lodge, 63

My shag-hair Cyclops, come let's ply. Lyly, 44

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love. Campion, 105

My true-love hath my heart and I have his. Sidney, 54

Never love unless you can. Campion, 108

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul.

Shakespeare, 214

Now have I learned, with much ado at last. A. W., 132

Now I'm furnished for the flight. Middleton, 137

Now of a flight at brook shall my description be. Drayton, 255
Now the lusty spring is seen. J. Fletcher, 143

Now whilst the moon doth rule the sky. J. Fletcher, 140

Now winter nights enlarge. Campion, 109

Of Albion's glorious isle, the wonders whilst I write. Drayton, 253
Of Pan we sing, the best of singers Pan. Jonson, 115

Of your trouble, Ben, to ease me. Jonson, 116

O fly, my soul; what hangs upon.

Shirley, 157

O happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear. Sidney, 190
Oh, how even yet I hate these wretched eyes. Drayton, 257
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem. Shakespeare, 209
Oh, how my lungs do tickle, ha! ha! ha!. J. Fletcher, 148
Oh, no more, no more, too late. Ford, 154
Oh what a pain is love. Anon., 159

Shakespeare, 97

O mistress mine, where are you roaming.
Only Joy! now here you are. Sidney, 50
On this feast day, O cursed day and hour. Marlowe, 220
O, pleasing thoughts, apprentices of love. Lodge, 194
Orpheus with his lute made trees. J. Fletcher, 143
shady vales, O fair enriched meads. Lodge, 63

O stealing Time, the subject of delay. Sidney, 53
O, that joy so soon should waste. Jonson, III
Over hill, over dale. Shakespeare, 94

O War! begot in pride and luxury. Daniel, 248

O words, which fall like summer dew on me. Sidney, 55
O yes, O yes, if any maid. Lyly, 45

Pack clouds, away, and welcome, day. Heywood, 110
Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure. Lodge, 61
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth. Shakespeare, 216
Pow'r above pow'rs, O heav'nly Eloquence! Daniel, 264
Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light. Ralegh, 23

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair. Jonson, 11I

Restore thy tresses to the golden ore.

Daniel, 197

Riches, and conquest, and renown I sing. Chapman, 250

Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread. Sidney, 52
Rise, lady mistress, rise. Field, 155

Rose-cheeked Laura, come. Campion, 105

Roses, their sharp spines being gone. J. Fletcher, 149

See the chariot at hand here of Love. Jonson, 117

Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green. Earl of Surrey, 185
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. Shakespeare, 207
Shepherds all, and maidens fair. J. Fletcher, 139

Greville, 57

Shakespeare, 210

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Shakespeare, 95
Silence augmenteth grief, writing increaseth rage.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea.
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Drayton, 201
Sing lullaby as women do. Gascoigne, 14

Sing to Apollo, God of day. Lyly, 46

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears. Jonson, 111
So forth issewd the Seasons of the yeare. Spenser, 172

Some praise the looks, and others praise the locks. Lodge, 195

Nashe, 101

So pitiful a thing is Suter's state. Spenser, 285
Spring the sweet spring, is the years pleasant king.
Stella, since thou so right a princess art. Sidney, 190
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame. Sidney, 189
Still to be neat, still to be drest. Jonson, 113
Sweetest love I do not go.

Donne, 122

Take, O, take those lips away. Shakespeare, 98
Tell me where is fancy bred. Shakespeare, 94
That noble Chaucer in those former times.

Drayton, 280

That time of year thou mayst in me behold. Shakespeare, 211
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy. Queen Elizabeth, 13
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame. Shakespeare, 215

The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed. A. W., 131

The famous warriors of anticke world.

Spenser, 204

The glories of our blood and state. Shirley, 158

The green that you did wish me wear. Turberville, 12
Then held he on to other troops. Chapman, 224

Then write, quoth she, the ruin of my youth. Daniel, 245

There is a lady sweet and kind. Anon., 129

There is not now that mankind which was then. Donne, 271

The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings. Earl of Surrey, 184
The soverayne beauty which I doo admire. Spenser, 201
The Spaniards' long time care and cost, invincible surnamed.

238

Warner,

The ways on earth have paths and turnings known. Earl of Essex,

102

Davies, 263

The World's a bubble and the life of man. Bacon, 76
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek. Wyatt, 3
They that have power to hurt and will do none. Shakespeare, 212
Think'st thou Kate to put me down. Anon., 128
This figure that thou here seest put. Jonson, 277
This substance and this spirit of God's own making.
Thou art not fair for all thy red and white. Campion, 103
Thou divinest, fairest, brightest. J. Fletcher, 142
Though your strangeness frets my heart. Campion, 106
Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air. Campion, 108
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry. Shakespeare, 211
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name. Jonson, 277
To join the mean with each extremity. Wyatt, 283

To me, fair friend, you never can be old. Shakespeare, 213
To-night, grave sir, both my poor house and I. Jonson, 275
Towards me did run. Donne, 287

Two loves I have of comfort and despair. Shakespeare, 216

Underneath this sable hearse. Jonson, 120

Under the greenwood tree. Shakespeare, 95

Us caitiffs then a far more dreadful chance. Earl of Surrey, 218

Victorious men of earth, no more. Shirley, 157

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse. Shakespeare, 212
Weary with serving where I nought could get. Linche, 206
We care not for money riches or wealth. Randolph, 161
Weep eyes, break heart. Middleton, 137

Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee. Greene, 67
Weep, weep, ye woodmen, wail! Munday, 47

Weep you no more sad fountains. Anon., 90

We sport in tents. Middleton, 138

We think the heavens enjoy their spherical. Donne, 273

What man henceforth that breatheth vitall aire. Spenser, 43
What 'vaileth truth, or by it to take pain? Wyatt, I

When aged Priam spied. Chapman, 225
When all is done and said. Lord Vaux, 8
When as man's life, the light of human lust.

Greville, 56

When daisies pied and violets blue. Shakespeare, 92
When icicles hang by the wall. Shakespeare, 93

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced. Shakespeare, 210
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes. Shakespeare, 207
When in the chronicle of wasted time. Shakespeare, 208
When my grave is broke up again. Donne, 124

When Priam's son in midst of Ida's plain. Watson, 192
When thou must home to shades of underground. Campion, 104
When thus our pipes we both had wearied well. Spenser, 243
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought. Shakespeare, 208
Where the bee sucks, there suck I. Shakespeare, 100
Whilst Mortimer that all this while hath lain. Drayton, 251
Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee. Drayton, 200
Who is Sylvia? what is she. Shakespeare, 93

Who travailes by the weary wandring way. Spenser, 259

Why sigh you, swain? this passion is not common. Randolph, 167
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun. Donne, 127

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies. Sidney, 186
Woodmen, shepherds, come away. Shirley, 155

Work, work apace, you blessed sisters three. Griffin, 205
Would'st thou hear what man can say. Jonson, 114
Wretched and foolish jealousy. Jonson, 118

Ye buds of Brutus' land, courageous youths. Gifford, 19

Ye dayntye Nymphs, that in this blessed brooke. Spenser, 28
Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes. Spenser, 31

Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle. Spenser, 202
You brave heroic minds. Drayton, 86

You meaner beauties of the night.

Wotion, 109

You virgins that did late despair. Shirley, 156

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AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS