Questions

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A61237	4 p. Printed by T. M for J. M.,[ London?]
A43748	Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
A43748	what''s a Widow?
B02789	Then you are watcht besides, with jealous care; What if my Lady''s Page should find you there?
B02789	What''s this, you''ll say, to Us and our Vocation?
B06418	I fall, I fall, Whome shall I call?
B06418	Was he too bold, That needs would hold With curbing raines, the day, And make Sols fiery Steeds obay?
A61384	What Hands commit the Beauteous Good and Just, The Dearer Part of WILLIAM to the Dust?
A61384	What being prov''d so furiously enclin''d, For that Sh''each Day assum''d, each Night resign''d?
A54754	Phillips, Edward, 1630- 1696?
A54754	Phillips, Edward, 1630- 1696?
A37537	A Preface to no Book, a Porch to no house: Here is the Mountain but where is the Mouse?
A37537	A stand d''ye cal''t?
A37537	And knowledge what?
A37537	But what''s our power unless we know it?
A37537	If Fiction the fame of a Poet thus raises, What Poets are you that have writ his praises?
A37537	Whose hand was that?
A67514	Pray set the Gentleman a Chair: What News, I pray, Good Sir, from London?
A67514	What if they all were Fools, what then?
A54773	And now what weak Excuse, what vain Pretence, Can Christian Poets bring in their Defence?
A54773	If We are led away by strong Desire, Must They add Fuel to the raging Fire?
A54773	Must They indulge the Ill, and sooth our Fate, Or else prevent it e''re it be too late?
A54773	Or are our Palates vitiated, and we Can relish nought but Vice in Poetry?
A54773	Shall Heathens teach by Nature''s Glow- worm Light, What they neglect when Faith directs their Sight?
A54773	What place so much debauch''d as is our Stage, Which next the Pulpit, should correct the Age?
A54773	must make his Thoughts sublime, For in a Sober Mood what Bard can Rhime?
A35676	And has not all Burlesque its Birth, And afterwards its Name from Mirth?
A35676	Can you do less for him, when he Has been your constant Votary?
A35676	Old Bob, quoth he, Old Bob so doughty, Wilt thou be Cow''d by by such a Dowdy?
A35676	What are these Creatures?
A35676	could that be Civil To use poor Monsieur like a Devil?
A35676	to make one jaunty Bow?
A04551	At which I came,& spake these words, what fortune hath decreed?
A04551	I st want of wealth?
A04551	Is cause thou sleepest alone?
A04551	Johnson, Richard, 1573- 1659?
A04551	Johnson, Richard, 1573- 1659?
A04551	Or how?
A04551	PHillida where hast thou bin?
A04551	Phillida my true is it she?
A04551	Thinkes thou I am such a one, as Cressida?
A04551	WHerefore faints my Coridon?
A04551	haue fatall fates, committed such a déed?
A04551	or why?
A04551	whose cheerfull countenance The hearts of yong and ● ake of old, hath causd full oft to daunce, I st losse of loue?
A55279	And, like Amphion, when he form''d a Town, Put Life in ev''ry Stock, and ev''ry Stone?
A55279	As in his Verse, so ev''ry where display An Air of something Great, and something Gay?
A55279	But where, O mighty Bard, where is that He, Surviving now, to do the same for Thee?
A55279	How many, free from Fate, enjoy his Song, Drink Nectar, ever Gay, and ever Young?
A55279	How would he tune their contradicting Notes?
A55279	I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb?
A55279	On the Death of E. Waller, Esq HOW, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring( Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?
A55279	Or there erect a Block- house in the way?
A55279	Watch Home, and Harbour; nay, shut up the Sea: But who shall ere with Heav''n our Traffick stay?
A55279	What Life, what Lightning blanch''d around the Chair?
A55279	What was it Three and Eighty Years to live?
A55279	With ready Wit facilitate the Votes?
A55279	had he liv''d one Meeting more to Sit, How would the Times his generous Mind have hit?
A55279	— What Inspiration, at the second hand, Can an Immortal Elegie Command?
B06597	Are vices nothing?
B06597	Must Readers preach; has the Church no degrees, Nor order?
B06597	Plead you for Asses, and are Asses too?
B06597	This has your pious soul done, that ca n''t drink Yon say, but shall I tell you what I think?
B06597	Was''t not enough the brethren felt his whip So smart and keen, but he must make thee skip Thou Jackanapes?
B06597	What I have heard?
B06597	What do I see, Dauncey, the grizly brow Of Goblin Truth, Fathers in Truth, the thing Undid the Church, and cut the throat o''th King?
B06597	Who would not swear you''r drunk?
B06597	Would''st thou know what thou art?
B06597	think''st thou, thou piteous elf, To draw his anger on thy single self, And rescue so a number?
A25322	And what Flame, what Lightning e''re So great and active force did bear?
A25322	Beauty is both; for with the Fair What Arms, what Armour can compare?
A25322	Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high, Fill all the Glasses there, for why Should every Creature drink but I, Why, Men of Morals, tell me why?
A25322	For why should I, tell me why, Range through the Desart of the Sky?
A25322	Free from th ● … thou''st done to me, Who disturbs or seeks out Thee?
A25322	HAppy Insect, what can be In happiness compar''d to Thee?
A25322	In vain a Breast plate now I wear, Since in my Breast the Foe I bear: In vain my Feet their swiftness try, For from the Body can they fly?
A25322	Or let me in sweet Essence dy, And here exhale my O''drous breath Whilst I thy limbs perfuming lye, Who could wish a sweeter death?
A25322	The Dove reply''d, what''s this to Thee?
A25322	We more cheaply know, Drink, and sing, and reel abroad, For what else should we do, But praise the best the greatest God?
A25322	What Steel, what Gold, or Diamond, More Impassible is found?
A25322	What to Beauteous Woman- kind, What Arms, what Armour has she assign''d?
A25322	Who can alas, their strength express, Arm''d when they themselves undress, Cap- a- pe with Nakedness?
A25322	Why do we precious Oyntments shower, Nobler Wines why do we pour, Beauteous Flowers why do we spread, Upon the Monuments of the Dead?
A25322	Why does the Mi ● … d up store, Why does he drudg for useless Ore?
A30002	But what alas avails it poor Mankind To see this promised Land, yet stay behind?
A30002	How shamefull, and what monstrous things are these?
A30002	In vain alas, for who by Wit is moved?
A30002	Some Wit they have, and therefore may deserve A better way than this by which they starve: But to write Plays?
A30002	That mighty Master and Example too?
A30002	The way is shewn, but who has strength to go?
A30002	What things are these, who would be Poets thought, By Nature not inspir''d, nor Learning taught?
A30002	When I at idle hours in vain thy absence mourn, O where dost thou retire?
A30002	Who can all Sciences exactly know?
A30002	Whose fancy flyes beyond weak reason''s sight, And yet has Judgment to direct it right?
A30002	Whose nice distinction, Virgil- like, is such, Never to say too little nor too much?
A30002	and why dost thou return, Sometimes with powerful charms to hurry me away From pleasures of the night, and business of the day?
A30002	what caverns of the Brain Can such a vast and mighty thing contain?
A04553	HOw can I chuse but sigh and mone and euermore sit weeping?
A04553	If Plough- men make their marriages ▪ As best contents their mind, Why should not princes of est ● te, the like contentment find?
A04553	Johnson, Richard, 1573- 1659?
A04553	Johnson, Richard, 1573- 1659?
A04553	O death how durst thou be so bold to lay my Phillis in the mold?
A04553	Or her worthy merits knowne, Make me quite forget mine owne?
A04553	Shall I cast affection downe, Because I see a woman browne ▪ Shall beauties changeling kill desire, Or loathing quench out fancies fire?
A04553	Shall I giue succour to thy deed?
A04553	Shall a Womans goodnesse mooue, Me to perish for her loue?
A04553	Sith you do know you haue my loue, And all my goods for your behooue?
A04553	Tell thee as well they are but vaine deceiuing?
A04553	Ten thousand times farewell, yet stay a while, Sweet kisse we once sweet kisses time beguile: I haue no power to moue how now, am I in loue?
A04553	What Phenix so famous that liueth alone, Is vowed to chastity being but one?
A04553	Why came you basely to my doore?
A04553	Why did you faigne your selfe so poore?
A04553	go then, all is one: Wilt thou ● eedes be gone?
A04553	what and if I doe?
A04553	wilt thou needes be gone?
A67233	ANd can you sing poor birds?
A67233	Besides these three, how many Fields have been Forc''t into blushing tinctures, from their Green By flowing bloud?
A67233	But can our wishes, which from flesh and bloud, And common- sence arise procure this good?
A67233	CAme then the God of peace to send the sword?
A67233	CAn mans distracted fancy find the way To truth; where thousand sects themselves display Supporting errour?
A67233	Doth not each stone in this sad fabrick, tell What sable thoughts within these walls do dwell?
A67233	Fond man I why doth thy fancy doat upon Such nothings, as the world can call its own?
A67233	If man return not dost thou say?
A67233	SHall cunning Satan still defraud my soule And steale into my heart by gilded sins?
A67233	Wa''st not from hence the King of France thought good, To drench his Sisters Nuptials in bloud?
A67233	What Vulture- Thoughts shall gnaw for evermore That heart which proffer''d mercy scorn''d before?
A67233	What hope remain''s?
A67233	Why should such Ignes fatui divert, Thy erring foot- steps, or mislead thy heart?
A67233	Will not thy head- strong Will be curbed by The thought of fathomless Eternity?
A67233	do you not see A mourning countenance on every tree?
A67233	is then The pow''r of turning in the choyse of men?
A67233	qnas urbes,& quanto tempore Martis Ignaras, uno rapuerunt praelia cursit?
A33849	AMintas I am come alone According as I said; But whither is thy Honour flown?
A33849	Ah Gloriana, why Like all your other Lovers may not I Have leave, alas, soon to despair and dy?
A33849	Alas what Cordial can remove, The hasty Fate of dying Love?
A33849	Amintas hold, what could you worse To worst of Women do?
A33849	As he lay in the Plain, his arm under his head And his Flock feeding by, the fond Celadon said Love''s a sweet passion, why does it torment?
A33849	Be proud to act a Mor ● a ● Heroes part, And thr ● w himse ● f for Fame on his own Dart?
A33849	But if her favours can the Gift advance, How much would they the Offerers worth in hance?
A33849	But who can long deceive a loving eye, Or with dry eyes behold his Mistress dye?
A33849	By Harmony the Universe does move; And what is Harmony, but mutual Love?
A33849	By your Wantoning Art; Of a Sigh, and a Start, You endeavour, in vain, to inveigle my heart?
A33849	For when we''ve enjoy''d; And with pleasures are cloy''d?
A33849	No more,& c. How weak are the Vows of a Lover in pain, VVhen flatter''d by hope, or oppress''d by disdain?
A33849	See''s not my Celia Nature wear One Countenance in the Spring, And yet another shape prepare, To bring the Harvest in?
A33849	Such Beauty does the Nymph protect, That all approach her with respect; And can I offer violence Where love does joyn in her defence?
A33849	That use t''enjoy the Creature to express Plain VVhoring, Gluttony, and Drunkenness?
A33849	The parts were fitted well; but some will say, Pox on''em Rogues what made''em chuse this Play?
A33849	We him of avarice accuse, Who what he has does fear to use But what disease of mind shall I Call this thy hated penury?
A33849	What Mortal dares dispute those Wreaths with you Arm''d thus with Lightning, and with Thunder too?
A33849	What madness is it then to spare, VVhen we want power to make an Heir?
A33849	Who for their fins are sent to offer Prayers ▪ And visit Saints at some far distant shrine?
A33849	Who would resist an Empire so Divine, Which Universal Nature does enjoyn?
A33849	Why do our Woods, so us''d to hear thee Sing ▪ With nothing now but with thy Sorrows ring?
A33849	Why then should I seek farther store, And still make love anew?
A33849	how could you a passion nurse, So much my Honours Foe?
A33849	how the longing Spirit flies, On scorching sighes, from dying eyes?
A67349	A Subject should be heard before he''s slain: And does less right belong to us that Reign?
A67349	And rob your Country of her chiefest good?
A67349	But say we are to live elsewhere, What has the Innocent to fear?
A67349	But should a Prince, because he does comply With one, that''s fair, and not unwilling, dye?
A67349	But( Mr. Speaker) whilst these men have thus bent their Wits against the Law of their Country, have they not neglected their own Profession?
A67349	By what new Gods, Amintor, will you swear?
A67349	Can I be treated worse below, Than here?
A67349	Can you expect, that she should be so sage To rule her blood, and you not rule your rage?
A67349	Can you find room for one so bad as I, That humbly begs she may among you dye?
A67349	Happy this Isle, with such a Hero blest; What Vertue dwells not in his Loyal Breast?
A67349	Heav''n would ensnare us — who can scape, When fatal things have such a shape?
A67349	How shall I look upon that noble Youth, So full of Patience, Loyalty, and Truth?
A67349	Let your great heart a gracious motion feel: Is''t not enough, you see Melantius kneel?
A67349	Me for what nobler use can you reserve, Than thus the Crown from danger to preserve?
A67349	Or is it fit the people should be taught Your Sisters frailty, with my Brothers fault?
A67349	Reward a Souldiers Merit with a stain To his whole Race, and yet securely Reign?
A67349	Shall Princes then, that are but Gods of clay, Think they may safely with our honour play?
A67349	The King has wrong''d you: Is it just that yo ● Mischief to me and the whole Nation do?
A67349	The pow''r of Princes Armies overthrows: What can our Sex against such force oppose?
A67349	Those chearful Singers know not why They should make any haste to dye: And yet they Couple — Can they know Love, without knowing Sorrow too?
A67349	What Tares are grown up in the Field which they should have Tilled?
A67349	What double Cruelty is this?
A67349	What may we not expect from such a hand, That has, with Books, Himself at free Command?
A67349	Why did not you your own sierce hand employ, As I do mine, and tell the reason why?
A67349	Why should she use Her Pen to me?
A67349	Will you contract the guilt of Royal Blood?
A67349	Would you That made me wretched, keep me always so?
A67349	for never yet From distant Regions two such Beauties met?
A67349	or more unjustly?
A64331	Ah never hope a youth to hold So haughty, and in love so bold, What can him tame in anger keep?
A64331	Are these the Trophies that thy Offspring grace?
A64331	But if ne''er toucht, what helps the sacred heap Of hidden Gold?
A64331	But who could once that happy Region name From whence the fair and charming Loory came?
A64331	Canst thou teach others love, thy self have none?
A64331	Cyrene hearing all her Sons Complaints, Alass poor Youth, she crys, alass he faints; Is it with fasting or with grief?
A64331	Dost thou not know what mony''s worth?
A64331	HOw is''t, Mecenas, that no man abides The lot which Reason gives, or Chance divides To his own share?
A64331	How can I better chuse, Than among wildest Woods my self to lose, And carve our loves upon the tender Trees, There they will thrive?
A64331	Or tell me what''timports the man that lives Within the narrow bounds that Nature gives To plough a Hundred or a Thousand fields?
A64331	Or where thy tender Love?
A64331	That bid me hope for blessed Seats above: Is this th''advantage of Immortal- Race?
A64331	That thou should''st envy or deny me these; Thou art a Goddess, I an humble Swain, And can my Rural- Fortunes give thee Pain?
A64331	Twice had he got, twice lost his Dearest Wife; With what new Vows should he the Heavens please?
A64331	What is the Honour of poor Sheep and Bees?
A64331	What is your counsel then, I pray, to swill Like Nomentanus, or like Maenius still To pinch and cark?
A64331	What shall one say Or doe to such a man?
A64331	What should he do, where pass his woful Life?
A64331	What though no Troops of early Waiters flock To the proud Gates, and with officious fear First beg the Porter''s, then the Master''s ear?
A64331	What though no stately Pile amuse the eye Of every gazer?
A64331	When are we like to meet?
A64331	Where is the pleasure with a tim''rous hand And heart, to bury treasures in the sand?
A64331	Whither shall I run, To find the Woods, and shrowd me from the Sun?
A64331	Why Gallus?
A64331	Why dost thou laugh?
A64331	Why go''st thou on to join Things so directly opposite?
A64331	Why is your fortune better or your sense?
A64331	With what new Songs should he the Ghosts apppease?
A64331	can any fruit grow ripe in Spring, And hang till Autumn?
A64331	for the shady Vale Of some proud Hill, some fresh reviving gale; Oh who will lead me?
A64331	s.n.,[ London: 1670?]
A64331	what use It yields?
A64331	where are the fields, the waving veins Of gentle mounts amidst the smoother Plains?
A64331	why so fond?
A34639	And have those flames that steep Olympus climbe Right nimbly wheeled o''re his heedless head So oft in heaps of years low buried?
A34639	And have those flames that steep Olympus climbe Right nimbly wheeled o''re his heedless head So oft in heaps of years low buried?
A34639	Beauty''s a thing unknown; how should there be Ought of Proportion, where''s no Harmony?
A34639	Best so to do; for in a Prison what But tending to Religion, has been taught?
A34639	But how should they wilde Pastorals rehearse, Quite banish''d from the sight o''th''Universe?
A34639	But if the wretch, should a Reprieve obtain, How soon are vanish''t all the num''rous train?
A34639	But where does my unbounded Fancy rome?
A34639	Does his Soul burn with any noble fire?
A34639	Has then old Adam s ● orted all this time, Vnder some senseless clod with sleep y''dead?
A34639	Has then old Adam s ● orted all this time, Vnder some senseless clod with sleep y''dead?
A34639	How can the foggy mists of Jayls, create Airs even, soft, gentle, or delicate?
A34639	Sick, faint, and querulous, well- nigh unman''d, How should he sing a Song in a str ● nge Land?
A34639	The Cause of the unfortunate who''ll own?
A34639	The Glass indeed, escapes without a scar; Would you know why?
A34639	The Maiden- blushes of the Morning- skye Who sees not mov''d into an Extasie?
A34639	The glory of the rising Sun who views, And has not Troops of Awful thoughts pursues?
A34639	The pure celestial Bow, with colour bright, What fam''d Collyrium better to the Sight?
A34639	They thought to change their theam to humble verse; But how should they wild Pastorals reherse Quite banisht from the sight o''th''Universe?
A34639	What can the Nostrils more refin''d receive, More odorous, than native flowers give?
A34639	What harder Fate, can er''e accrew then this, Banish''d to live in their Metropolis?
A34639	What harder fate, can ere accrew the ● this, Banish''d to live, in their Metropolis?
A34639	What horrour''t is, our brisker Youth to see, In their own confines, thus in slavery?
A34639	What is''t the Tygres, to themselves propose, When thus their fellow- subjects, they enclose?
A34639	What prospect can the wretch enclos''d e''re see Of Natures work, but in effigie?
A34639	What to the Taste, can e''re more poinant be, Than sauces fetch''d from Natures granary?
A34639	What to the Touch, more soft than a ● lick Gale, From Mountains top blown o''re the flowry vale?
A34639	When all our Senses thus contented be, What''s the result, but a pure harmony?
A34639	Where is there Notes more regular, and high, More brisk, more strong, than the wild symphony?
A34639	Who dare forbid them, his grand works to eye?
A65458	All Arts besides improve, Sea, Air and Land Are every day with nicer Iudgment scan''d, And why should this alone be at a stand?
A65458	Are there no Iakes in Town, or Kennels foul?
A65458	But meanly why do you your Fate deplore, Yet still write on?
A65458	Can they Thunder with a Voice like God, and cast abroad the Rage of their Wrath?
A65458	Can they grapple Omnipotence, ar are they sure they can be too hard for Heaven?
A65458	Has Bankrupt Nature then no more to give, Or by a Trick persuades Mankind to live?
A65458	He finds Examples, we the Rule must make, Tho who without a Guide may not mistake?
A65458	How few can equal Praise with C — ch obtain, Who made Lucretius smooth, and chast, and plain?
A65458	How oft must he for those Life- Touches sit, Genius, Invention, Memory, Iudgment, Wit?
A65458	If there''s Hereafter, and a last Great Day, What Fire''s enough to purge his Stains away?
A65458	No honester Employment, that you chuse With such vile Drudgery t''abase the heav''n born Muse?
A65458	Or P — r read unmov''d, whose every Page So just a Standard to the opening Age?
A65458	Or are there too in Writing softer Hours?
A65458	Or is''t that Matter nobler Mind o''erpow''rs, Which boasts her native Liberty in vain, In Mortal Fetters and a Slavish Chain?
A65458	Speak, like the wise Italian, well of all; Who knows into what Hands he''s doom''d to fall?
A65458	What Pride, what Luxury, a foul, an odious Train?
A65458	What Shoals of Vices with''em cross''d the Main?
A65458	What can we there, while more than mortal Grace Forbids our Entrance, and secures the Place?
A65458	What gain''d Euripides by all his Sense, Who madly rail''d against a Providence?
A65458	What would these Men have, or why ca n''t they be content to sink single into the bottomless Gulph, without dragging so much Company thither with''em?
A65458	Who can th''ingenious S — y''s Praise refuse, Who serves a grateful Prince, and grateful Muse?
A65458	Who dares Rebellious Arms against him move While his Praetorian Guard''s his Subjects Love?
A65458	Who shew''d Columbus where the Indies lay?
A65458	Why no more?
A65458	Why should we still be lazily content With thredbare Schemes, and nothing new invent?
A65458	Why thrive the Lewd, their Wishes seldom crost, And why Poetic Iustice often lost?
A65458	You ask me, What''s the readiest way to Fame, And how to gain a Poet''s sacred Name?
A65458	You''ll ask, What GENIUS is, and Where to find?
A65458	may we not copy well Tho far th''Original our Art excel?
A65458	must we for ever long And vainly languish for so sweet a Song?
A65458	or trail a Pike or Pole?
A65458	— Is there no Third, or will such Reas''nings pass In Bridewel''s rigid Court, or save the Lash?
A65458	— Why do a Thousand more, Who for their own or some Forefathers Crime Are doom''d to wear their Days in beating Rhime?
A34821	ANd the vain people, alwaies prone to ill, Follow not precept, but example still: For they disgrac''d themselves by what they do?
A34821	And can there be no temperate Region knowne, Betwixt the Frigid, and the Torrid- Zone?
A34821	And have no share of what should in you be, The chief of Attributes, just Clemency?
A34821	And why?
A34821	And why?
A34821	But stay; who have we next?
A34821	Ca n''t all our sad Petitions?
A34821	Can they whole Shopbooks write, and yet not know If Bishops have a Right Divine or no?
A34821	For if we ca n''t indure t''obey one King, What shall we do if we a thousand bring?
A34821	For what''s the King with a full pow''r to sway, When there are left no Subjects to obey?
A34821	For who can sing?
A34821	How can we exercise Religion now, When want of Lawes doth liberty allow To all prophanenesse?
A34821	How many Justices did wealth advance, That had nothing to show, but ignorance?
A34821	How many Swine does this make in a yeare, If all were Sowes that wallow in the mire?
A34821	If Sacriledge to steale from Churches bee, What''s he that steales a Church, nay two or three?
A34821	If we were wet before, shall we desire No remedy, but a consuming fire?
A34821	Is this Religion, when each Souldier dares Become a Bishop, to correct our Prayers, And new- coine all our orders?
A34821	Is''t not as great a glory, to forget An injury, as take revenge for it?
A34821	Learning''s the Lamp o''th''Land, that shines so bright, Are you s''immodest to put out the light?
A34821	Must we, to help us, make our wrongs the more?
A34821	No Organ; Idolls to the eare they be: No Anthemes; why?
A34821	No Surplices; no?
A34821	Oh by all means; but how?
A34821	On Geece and Capons, with what zeale they fed?
A34821	Or can they sweep their doors, and shops so well, And for to cleanse a State as yet not tell?
A34821	THe under- Foggers, with their dagled gownes, Like Sampsons foxes tailes, inflame the Townes, Make Suits, as Conjurers raise winds, and why?
A34821	Temples which pious Fathers have erected For Divine VVorships, how are they rejected?
A34821	They''re of rags Rome, I think: what would you have?
A34821	VVhere''s then our hope?
A34821	VVould you''ve Religion?
A34821	WHy then?
A34821	What if we have been injur''d heretofore?
A34821	What need an enemy the walls to beat, When the defendents sins doe ope the gate?
A34821	What would you have good soules?
A34821	What''s next?
A34821	You might track plate, like beasts, to th''Lyons den, How much went in, but none came out agen?
A34821	You that are call''d divine; nay Gods, why then Do you degenerate to worse then men?
A34821	a reformation?
A34821	can our charmes Of people, groaning under the Alarmes of bloodie broiles, nor slaughter''d Subjects cries, Move you to end our endlesse miseries?
A34821	why do you still With all your force strive to prolong our ill?
A34821	why none, I crave?
A34821	you tott''ring Bases of our Land, Who at this wave- tost Kingdomes Sterne doe stand, Why did you first begin?
A34821	your sex so cruell to the Gown?
A16269	A begging prince, what begger pitties not?
A16269	By good perswasion, what can not be done?
A16269	For ones offence, why should a number fall, Or priuas sinne be plagu''d in generall?
A16269	Gods ha ● ● h ● ● ● ● s thunder, who dare him off ● nd?
A16269	Gorgias, askt in sicknesse how he far''d?
A16269	He that hath once sustain''d the bullets wound, What need he feare the Canons harmlesse soun ●?
A16269	He that will not endure the stormie time ▪ VVhere will he liue vntill the lustie prime?
A16269	How can a simple current him withstand, Who all the mightie Ocean doth commaund?
A16269	How can mischaunce vnto that ship ● etide, Where fortune is the pylot and the guide?
A16269	How hard from couetousnes can men refraine?
A16269	How hard is princely honour to attaine?
A16269	How mightie is the soueraigne power of loue, Which paine, thirst, hunger, no nor death can moo ● ●?
A16269	How shall he thinke to find a straunger iust, That in himselfe dare put no confidence?
A16269	If rage spare not the wal ● es of pieti ●, How shall the profane piles of sinne keepe strong?
A16269	If womens hearts, that haue light thoughts to spill them Die of themselues: why then should sorrow kill them?
A16269	Of others faults what need we babble so, When we our selues haue vices many moe?
A16269	Oh Science said graue Plato) how would men Loue and esteeme thee, if they knew thee right?
A16269	Or what can Art or Industry comprize, That in aboundance is not gather''d hence?
A16269	Or who would liue in neuer- dying feares?
A16269	Phocion being askt; What fitted kingdomes best?
A16269	Present disdaine oft after- loue diuines Prayers preuaile not, where is coy disdaine?
A16269	The cards once dealt, it boots not aske, why so?
A16269	To liue or dye, which of the twaine is better, When life is sham''d, and death reproches debter?
A16269	To whome should su ● iects for true iusti ● ● ● s ● ● e, When Kings themselues doe reig ● e by 〈 ◊ 〉?
A16269	WHen Alexander gaue great gifts away, Being askt, What for himselfe he kept?
A16269	WHo liues, that standeth out of slaunders reach?
A16269	Wh ● would not die, to kill all murdering griefes?
A16269	What bootes i ● plaine that can not be redrest, Or sow vaine sorrowes in a fruitlesse eare?
A16269	What boots complaining, where''s no remedie?
A16269	What can auaile vnpleasurable age, That feeds on lust, or base vnable rage?
A16269	What can be said, that louers can not say?
A16269	What can not women doe, that know their power?
A16269	What els is pompe, rule, raigne; but earth and dust?
A16269	What else are kings when regiment is g ● n ●, But like to shadowes in a Sun shine day?
A16269	What else is man( saith Pindaru ●) but a dreame, Or like a shadow we discerne in sleepe?
A16269	What greater scourge than follie, is to wit?
A16269	What helpeth care, when cure is past and g ● ne?
A16269	What kind of life( alas) liue those men in, That can not liue without, nor with their kinne?
A16269	What more apparant signe can be of madnesse, Than haue anothers pleasure cause thy sadnesse?
A16269	What sente or colour canst thou but deuise That is not here, that may delight the sense?
A16269	What though our sinnes goe braue and better clad?
A16269	When Socrates was councel''d to reuenge, Said: If an Asse strike, shall I strike againe?
A16269	When as the doing good, is only thought Worthy reward, who will be bad for nought?
A16269	When princes worke, who then will idle stand?
A16269	Where minds are knit, what helps, if not enioyed?
A16269	Where then is truth, if there be no selfe trust?
A16269	Who euer lou''d, that lou''d not at first sight?
A16269	Who would not be a Souldiour in that band, Which( ere it fight) holds victorie in hand?
A16269	Who would not wish his treasure safe from theeues, And rid his heart of pangs, his eyes from teares?
A87057	AFter the honey drops of pearly showers Vrania walk''d to gather flowers: Sweet Rose( I heard her say) why are these feares?
A87057	AM not I in thy feavour sacrifiz''d?
A87057	Are these drops on thy cheek thy teares?
A87057	But stay, what Glasse have we so bright, To do your matchlesse beauty right?
A87057	But why this night in day can thy fair eye Delight in such an Aethiops company?
A87057	Conquer''d her Trophyes?
A87057	Do not her naturall agents too Faile in their operations, so That he to whom they best appeare Sees but the Tombes of what they were?
A87057	Go joyn, before thou think to we d, Thy heart and tongue in Wedlocks knot: Can peace be reaped from his bed, Who with himselfe accordeth not?
A87057	HOW well this brittle Boat doth personate Mans fraile estate?
A87057	How canst thou think thy Frost with Icy Laws Can bind my tears, when Love thy cold chain thaws?
A87057	IS it because he died, or that his yeares Not many were, that causeth all these teares?
A87057	Is my prone loves too prodigall expence, Rewarded with disdain?
A87057	Is this of easie faith the recompence?
A87057	It is the punishment of Hell to show The torturd soules those joyes they must not know?
A87057	JS this that goodly Edifice So gaz''d upon by greedy eyes?
A87057	Let us not alone After so many deaths?
A87057	Oh why then brought she back her torred Zone?
A87057	Or is''t because he ere his aged Snow, Or Autume came, was ravishd from the bough?
A87057	PRethee no more, how can Love saile?
A87057	Phil: DAmon amidst the blisses we In joynt affections fully prove, Doth it not sometimes trouble thee, To think that death must part our love?
A87057	Phil: How can that be, when sense doth keep The dore of pleasure?
A87057	Phil: Say of these sweets I should beguile Thy tast by my inconstancie, And on thy rivall Thyrsis smile, Would not that losse work grief in thee?
A87057	Phil: Shall we for hope of future blisse The good of present Love neglect?
A87057	Think you may live till they in honours sphear Brighter then the Tindaridae appear; And then you can not dy?
A87057	WHy languish I ye Gods alone?
A87057	WHy weeps this Marble?
A87057	What though old sullen Saturn lye Brooding on my Nativity, So your bright eyes the Clouds dispell, Which on my drooping Fancy dwell?
A87057	Who will a Wren possest dismisse, A flying Eagle to expect?
A87057	Who would not dy before subdued by age?
A87057	Why onely I?
A87057	Why should we then weep for a thing so slight Converting lifes short day to a long night?
A87057	can his frigid power Thicken the ambient air into a shower?
A87057	did ever dart, Rebound from such a penetrable heart?
A87057	renew''d our flame When t was impossible to quench the same?
A70171	Against my Genius vainly strive?
A70171	Alas, what would you have me do?
A70171	But it pales in your Game — Ay, but how do you know Sir, How often your Neighbour breaks up your Enclosure?
A70171	Estne verus Petri Successor?
A70171	F. Or one or two at most; And is''t not hard t o''ve All your Labour lost?
A70171	F. To thee sayst?
A70171	For too much Love or Negligence?
A70171	How all unlike the Iolly Thing we knew?
A70171	I''ll keep Counsel, ne''r fear it, Is it she?
A70171	IS Sylvia then to learn the Art of Love, Who with that Passion every Breast inspires?
A70171	If you retire, what Damps of black Despair Must cloud the World( no longer made your Care?)
A70171	Must I take off my Glass too?
A70171	Must her Name be a Secret?
A70171	Must your Quarrels as long as your Glasses continue?
A70171	Natis in usum laetitiae Scyphis,& c. WHat Boys, are ye mad?
A70171	P. M. EST ne Papa Christianus?
A70171	P. None, say you Sir?
A70171	P. Speak you to me?
A70171	Prithee that Ca nt give o''r, or who will read?
A70171	Quid deinde egerit, rogas?
A70171	The Levite it keeps from Parochial Duty, For who can at once mind Religion and Beauty?
A70171	The first, who is it that denies?
A70171	This ev''n common Sense destroys; This the wise Eunuch well disproves, Is''t fit that I, who know no Joys, Should die, ye Gods, because she loves?
A70171	To have your Works on Bulks all dusty lye, And all your Thoughts for want of Readers dye?
A70171	What Hag has stoln the Friend and Man away?
A70171	What Monster is he metamorphos''d to?
A70171	What a P — should we fight for?
A70171	What pity''t is she only should not prove What mighty Charms there are in soft Desires?
A70171	Who could Instruct the Young or Chear the Old?
A70171	Who could alas deep Mysteries unfold?
A70171	Who could like you in lively Colours paint Death''s gastly Face to each expiring Saint?
A70171	Why should I by your Method live?
A70171	Yet I in Silence still admire, Have gaz''d till I have stole a Fire; A mighty Crime in one you hate; Yet who can see and shun the Fate?
A70171	Your precious Lines serv''d up to Nocks, or Pye?
A70171	for what Offence?
A70171	how I hill the Air?
A70171	is the Dutch Devil in ye?
A70171	then Iack prethee tell us Thy new Mistresses Name: What a Mischief art Jealous?
A70171	too far, I have mistook my way, I would return, and yet what can I say?
A70171	what is''t I would not fear?
A64746	And must I then from Rome so far meet death, And double by the place my losse of breath?
A64746	And on this day, which Poets unto thee Crown with full bowles, ask, what''s become of me?
A64746	And, strangely Eloquent, thy self divide''Twixt Sad misfortunes, and a Bloomie Bride?
A64746	But is there no redemption?
A64746	But thou hast plotts; and will not the Kirk strain At the Designe of such a Tragick brain?
A64746	But what''s all this unto a Royall Test?
A64746	But wilt have money Og?
A64746	Goods in sight Are scorn''d, and lust in greedy flight Layes out for more; What measure then Can tame these wild desires of men?
A64746	Hath there not rev''rence bin Pay''d to the Beard at doore, for Lord within?
A64746	Have I obey''d the Powers of face, A beauty able to undoe the Race Of easie man?
A64746	How thou arrests my sense?
A64746	I Call''d it once my sloth: In such an age So many Volumes deep, I not a page?
A64746	If thou wilt say, thou didst not love me, then Thou didst dissemble: or, if love agen, Why now Inconstant?
A64746	Knows''t not that Fortune on a Globe doth stand, Whose upper slipprie part without command Turns lowest still?
A64746	Nor in my last of houres on my own bed( In the sad Conflict) rest my dying head?
A64746	Nor my soules Whispers( the last pledge of life,) Mix with the tears and kisses of a wife?
A64746	Opprest with Earth, on Earth still lye?
A64746	Or shall I mask Thy hatefull name, and in this bitter task Master my just Impatience, and write down Thy crime alone, and leave the rest unknown?
A64746	Or taught by thee( like Pythagoras''s Oxe) Is then his master grown more Orthodox?
A64746	Or wilt thou the succeeding years should see And teach thy person to posteritie?
A64746	SAy wittie fair one, from what Sphere Flow these rich numbers you shed here?
A64746	SEes not my friend, what a deep snow Candies our Countries wooddy brow?
A64746	SHall I complain, or not?
A64746	There is Ovid now our banish''d friend?
A64746	This portion thou wort born for: why should wee Vex at the times ridiculous miserie?
A64746	VVhy nurse I sorrows then?
A64746	WHat Planet rul''d your birth?
A64746	What heart( think''st thou) have I in this sad seat Tormented''twixt the Samomate and Gete?
A64746	Who notes the spindle- leg, or hollow eye Of the thinne Usher, the faire Lady by?
A64746	Why dost hide Thy reasons then?
A64746	Why from fraile honours, and goods lent Should he expect things permanent?
A64746	Why vex our selves with feare, or hope And cares beyond our Horoscope?
A64746	Will not the Eares assemble, and think''t fit Their Synod fast, and pray, against thy wit?
A64746	Will nothing serve thee but a Poets curse?
A64746	Will they themselves think safe, when they shall see Thy most abominable policie?
A64746	Wilt rob an Altar thus?
A64746	Wofull profusion I at how dear a rate Are wee made up?
A64746	and sweep it once What Orpheus- like I forc''d from stocks and stones?''
A64746	at what rate Would I have bought it then, what was there but I would have giv''n for the Compendious h ● tt?
A64746	came the Crime from me That wrought this Change?
A64746	could I Suspect fate had for me a Courtesie?
A64746	how have we sued For a few scatter''d Chips?
A64746	how he doth dresse His messages in Chink?
A64746	how my heart doth fret To think what Mouthes and Elbowes it would set In a wet day?
A64746	how oft pursu''d Petitions with a blush, in hope to squeeze For their souls health, more than our wants a peece?
A64746	how stiffe an aire?
A64746	how with the sight My winter''d bloud growes stiffe to all delight?
A64746	must I dispurse?
A64746	must there be No other penance but of liberty?
A64746	shall they knock and beat For Sack, only to talk of Rye, and wheat?
A64746	wer''t for thee To pardon one, that now doth cease to be?
A64746	what a peacefull Change hadst thou Without the noise of haire- cloth, whip, or Vow?
A64746	what damps are here?
A64746	what did bewitch My frantick hopes to flye so vain a pitch, And thus out- run my self?
A64746	what wittie star?
A64746	why should we start To see ● hese tyrants act their part?
A64746	why these desires Of Changing Scythia for the Sun and fires Of some calm kinder aire?
A64746	with what delight I read those lines, where Angels doe Indite?
A39818	And black Clouds fright the Sun away; I never dread the angry Sky; Why should I think it frown ● on me?
A39818	And can the Pow''rs of Heav''n malicious be?
A39818	And is Vlysses yet no better known?
A39818	And is there here a place for me To sit awhile, and see( For sure it were too much t''enjoy) The glorious Solemnity?
A39818	And must the Trojan King in spite of me In Latium reign?
A39818	And to my weary Eye- lids grant no rest?
A39818	And will you still resist the Charms of Love?
A39818	Are now the years fulfill''d?
A39818	Are you th''Aeneas, whom on Simois Shore Kind Venus to her dear Anchises bore?
A39818	But where?
A39818	But while I fix''d my Knees to ground, and strove With all my strength from Earth to pluck a third;( Shall I proceed, or leave the rest untold?)
A39818	But, Damon, if thy Folds decrease; If Frost thy falling Lambkins seize; Does not thy Breast with Sorrow swell?
A39818	Could Pallas then for Ajax Sin alone The Grecian Navy burn, the Grecians drown?
A39818	Do ye believe our Foes thus tamely gone?
A39818	For thee, great Name, what will not Mortal ● da ● e?
A39818	He stood, and we ● ping thus bespoke his Friend; VVhat place, Achates, what so distant Land, VVhich has not heard our Woes?
A39818	He, when he thus his Mother''s Form descry''d, ● ith these Complaints pursu''d her as she fled: A ● d ● re you too, and are you cruel grown?
A39818	Move faster, Time, how slowly dost thou fly, As if the weight of Years had crippled thee?
A39818	Now say, my honest Thyrsis, say, Why should not I be blith and gay?
A39818	Or do ye think Greek Gifts can want Design?
A39818	Rather, Shepherd, tell me, why, If Swains will be Fools, must I Play the Fool for Company?
A39818	Say, my gentle Shepherd, say, Why art thou so blith and gay?
A39818	Soveraign Pow''r, what End, What Respite, shall their growing Labours find?
A39818	Think you cold Ashes and departed Souls Regard such Matter?
A39818	To Heav''n?
A39818	To ease her Spight — is this the huge Reward Of Piety ▪ thus are our Crowns restor''d?
A39818	To you, what Thanks sufficient can we pay, Great Queen, the only Friend of ruin''d Troy?
A39818	VVhat more than Mortal Parents could bestow On this blest Age such Worth as shines in you?
A39818	VVhen thus Achates to the Prince began: Great Son of Venus, now what Doubts remain?
A39818	VVho but the Trojan Race, their high Renown, Their daring Champions, and fierce Wars have known?
A39818	VVho the most savage of our Enemies; What ha ● dy Soldier from Vlysses Camp Could without Tears such Miseries relat ●?
A39818	VVhy all these false Delusions to your Son?
A39818	VVhy this to us, said they, of all Mankind?
A39818	VVhy,''cause their promis''d Latium is deny''d, Must they be barr''d from all the World beside?
A39818	VVith Lynxes Skins and Quivers by their side, ● ager in Chase?
A39818	What mi ● hty G ● i ● t does Troy''s last Hopes pursue: VVhy, after num''rous Deaths and long Distress, Are they thus punish''d for Unhappiness?
A39818	What need I mind you of your Brother''s Threats, And Wars prepar''d to follow us from Tyre?
A39818	What, Father, what has alter''d your design?
A39818	Who can not hence all anxious Cares remove, And chiefly those of Love?
A39818	Why do I stay?
A39818	Why then w ● s Death to hapless me deny''d?
A39818	Why 〈 ◊ 〉 but Sha ● es assum''d, and Speeches no ● your own?
A39818	Why, Friends, so oft have ye pronounc''d me blest, Secure, above the reach of Fortune plac''d?
A39818	Yet can we grieve, and wish you always here?
A39818	Yet is this Death?
A39818	Yet shall the future rob the present?
A39818	Yet why should we by discontented moan Idly disturb your pleasures, and our own?
A39818	can there be sweeter Harmony?
A39818	from your noble Race?
A39818	gentle Youths, said she, Saw ye my Sister Huntresses this way?
A39818	nor know the Joys Of pretty Babes, and all the Sweets of Love?
A39818	shall We be unjust for Fear of being poor?
A39818	to vex Heav''n, Earth, and Seas, And thus unbid disturb my Kingdom''s Peace?
A39818	where''s that sinewy Son of Wit, Who can sufficient Strength for Verse supply?
A39818	whither will you press?
A39818	whither would''st thou fly?
A39818	who at her Altars bow?
A39818	who knows what Years to come may be?
A39818	— What shall I say?
A80774	( Who knowes how powrfull well- writt praires would be?)
A80774	A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?
A80774	A hasty Portion of praescribed sleep; Obedient slumbers?
A80774	Ah then, poor soul, what wilt thou say?
A80774	Alas, sweet lord, what wer''t to thee If there were no such wormes as we?
A80774	Aman, whose tuned humors be A seat of rarest harmony?
A80774	And this lou''d soul, iudg''d worth no lesse Then all that way, and wearynesse?
A80774	And to what Patron chuse to pray?
A80774	And where loue lends the wing,& leads the way, What dangers can there be dare say me nay?
A80774	And will she goe?
A80774	Are NAILES blunt pens of superficiall smart?
A80774	But how shall I steal hence?
A80774	But while I speak, whither are run All the riuers nam''d before?
A80774	Does the day- starre rise?
A80774	Does thy song lull the air?
A80774	Does thy sweet- breath''d paire Vp in clouds of incense climb?
A80774	Doth it preuayle?
A80774	Et sum via: at per me quotusquisque ambulat?
A80774	For sure the sordid ● ● ● th Your Sweetnes can not ta ● ● ● Nor does the dust deserue their birth, 〈 ◊ 〉 whither hast you then?
A80774	Fortune?
A80774	II What kind of marble than Is that cold man Who can look on& see, Nor keep such noble sorrowes company?
A80774	If I were lost in misery, What was it to thy heaun& thee?
A80774	If my base lust, Bargain''d with Death& well- beseeming dust Why should the white Lamb''s bosom write The purple name Of my sin''s shame?
A80774	Is not the soile a kind one, which returnes Roses for Thrones?
A80774	Is this the best thou canst bestow?
A80774	Is tortur''d Thirst, it selfe, too sweet a cup?
A80774	KNow''st thou This, Souldier?
A80774	LOrd, what is man?
A80774	Liue to be old, and still a man?
A80774	Lord what is man?
A80774	O who so hard a Husbandman did euer find; A soile so kind?
A80774	Or will the world''s Illustrious eyes Weep for euery worm that dyes; Will the gallant sun E''re the lesse glorious run?
A80774	Our FOOD,& faithfull SHEPHARD too?
A80774	PALLAS beares armes, forsooth, and should there be No fortresse built fortrue VIRGINITY?
A80774	Poor WORLD( said I) what wilt thou doe To entertain this starry STRANGER?
A80774	Prudensque sum: sed me quis est qui consulit?
A80774	Quem vidistis Pastores?
A80774	Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott?
A80774	Shall I, sett there So deep a share( Dear wounds)& onely now In sorrows draw no Diuidend with you?
A80774	Shall all that labour, all that cost Of loue, and eu''n that losse, be lost?
A80774	Shall we dare This, my Soul?
A80774	Should not the king still keepe his throne Because some desperate Fool''s vndone?
A80774	So goes the vote( nor ask them, Why?)
A80774	Still thy starres doe fall& fall Does day close his eyes?
A80774	Sum veritas: quare mihi non creditur?
A80774	Th''Oraculous DOCTOR''''s mystick bills; Certain hard WORDS made into pills, And what at last shalt''gain by these?
A80774	This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see?
A80774	Thy crime is too much duty; Thy Burthen, too much beauty; Glorious, or Greiuous more?
A80774	WAS CAR then Crashawe; or WAS Crashawe CAR, Since both within one name combined are?
A80774	WHat heau''n- intreated HEART is This?
A80774	Well done, said I: but are you sure Your down so warm, will passe for pure?
A80774	What did the lamb, that he should need?
A80774	What haue his woes to doe with thee?
A80774	What if my faithlesse soul& I Would needs fall in With guilt& sin, What did the Lamb, that he should dy?
A80774	What make you here?
A80774	What need They help to drown thy heart, That striues in torrents of it''s own?
A80774	What need thy fair head bear a part In showres, as if thine eyes had none?
A80774	What though?
A80774	What was it to thy pretious blood If my foul Heart call''d for a floud?
A80774	When heaun bidds come, who can say no?
A80774	When the wolf sins, himself to bleed?
A80774	Whither away so ● ● st?
A80774	Who knowes my own heart''s woes so well as I?
A80774	Why should a peice of peeuish clay plead shares In the Aeternity of thy old cares?
A80774	Why should his vnstaind brest make good My blushes with his own heart- blood?
A80774	Why shouldst you bow thy awfull Brest to see What mine own madnesses haue done with me?
A80774	Will he hang down his golden head Or e''re the sooner seek his western bed, Because some foolish fly Growes wanton,& will dy?
A80774	Wouldst''see blith lookes, fresh cheekes beguil Age?
A80774	Wouldst''see nests of new roses grow In a bed nf renerend snow?
A80774	o say Why you trip so fast away?
A80774	that thou hast ouerbought So much a thing of nought?
A80774	what cause can borrow You from Those nests of noble sorrow?
A80774	what had his ruin lost thee?
A80774	what hopes can tice You to be born?
A80774	why comes the birth Of your braue soul so slowly forth?
A80774	why should he coste thee So dear?
A80774	why you choose so long In labor of your selfe to ly, Nor daring quite to liue nor dy?
A80774	wilt thou see Nature her own physitian be?
A80774	wouldst see december smile?
A36760	Ah Francelia must I never?
A36760	Alas what heart can make resistance, where Youth, Beauty, Wit and Virtue do appear?
A36760	Always endure Diseases of the mind, Still forc''d to seek what he must never find?
A36760	And can you, Madam, think it much that I Should for relief to th''Crystal Fountain fly?
A36760	And what compassion should that Lover gain, Whose heart at once all Passions did sustain?
A36760	Are the uncertain joys of man, But O how true?
A36760	As Aesop''s Cat drest like a Lady, this At first surpris''d, now where''s the gaudy Miss You saw, and knew, and left her in a trice?
A36760	Be constanter and less Capricious, How long shall we weak Vessels teach you thus?
A36760	But, O a long farewel to all this sort, Which Musick, Scenes, nor Preface ca n''t support, Or if they cou''d, who cares a farthing for''t?
A36760	Consuming fire- brands in his Bosom wear?
A36760	Did e''r my joys or suffrings find a tongue To boast your smiles, or do your honour wrong?
A36760	Did not fore- knowledg tell us what they are, Who could know idle mirth from busie care?
A36760	Do''t?
A36760	Dost thou love her, and disobey her Will?
A36760	HOw long, O dearer then my Soul?
A36760	Has he not treated you with brisk intrigue?
A36760	Hast thou observ''d the Infancy of day?
A36760	His certain grief and never ceasing Care?
A36760	How dazling was power and wealth at thy feet?
A36760	How dear were the minutes when Passion was young, And plaid with the languishing Eyes and the Tongue?
A36760	How vainly dost thou court the senseless Air, And to regardless Trees repeat thy pray''r?
A36760	I do so shake — Ah, was it so with you?
A36760	I 〈 … 〉 you would say now — since''t is thus, What''s th ● ir design to fool themselves and us?
A36760	I. ALas how short?
A36760	If Love''s requited with such rigid fate, What tortures can you find to punish Hate?
A36760	If they but grin, a jest is understood, All laugh outright and cry — I''gad that''s good; When will our damn''d dull silly rogues do so?
A36760	If they should please, others would treat you thus, And mak''t a mode, then what becomes of us?
A36760	Is''t justice to impose upon the heart Law less desires of love, and then To call that Passion sin, And for relief add torments to the smart?
A36760	LOve without hope of Pity who can bear?
A36760	Loss of the highest blessing Love could give, When you said yes, alass I did believe; And after such a loss, who''d wish to live?
A36760	Must I not see you?
A36760	Must loss be added to compleat my pain?
A36760	NOw to get off, gadzooks, what shall we do?
A36760	O what Gowns?
A36760	O where is the shape and the Meen, Whose presence has oft struck me dumb, Whose beauty I thought all Divine?
A36760	Reform your selves, Reformers of the Stage, Blame not my Zeal, who can suppress their rage?
A36760	She asks her marry''d friends what shall I do?
A36760	Tell me — Why some in drunken frolicks spend the night To make one knock, and cry I love the white?
A36760	Tell me, unkind and cruel as you are, Are you less beautiful, less chast or fair, If one poor kiss is wanting from your store?
A36760	Tell me, why old sage Matron did of late, Mourn o''re her dog and let him lie in state?
A36760	Tell me, why with such mighty cost and care Our jaunty youth to Masquerades repair?
A36760	Then why should we fear the smooth Ocean of Love, Since padling and straining will keep us above?
A36760	To one that''s cruel who would be confin''d, When Beauties are so num''rous and kind?
A36760	WHat has our Poet done you look so big?
A36760	WHence does this solemn sadness rise, Which all thy spirits has opprest, And like a dull contagious mist, Hangs heavy on Amintor''s Eyes?
A36760	WIth a damn''d sullen fate let''s no longer conspire, To feed the fierce torments of fear and desire?
A36760	Was ever hopeless love preserv''d so long?
A36760	Was''t not enough to murther with disdain?
A36760	What Vizards?
A36760	What if I snatch one kiss or more?
A36760	What then should be forgiv''n to o ● e that''s fill''d With Love, to which all other Passions yield?
A36760	What''s of my Goddess become?
A36760	When first thy Ambition was flatter''d, how sweet?
A36760	Where can this World show true and solid joys?
A36760	Where is the Crime?
A36760	Why in such raptures they return back, What sport?
A36760	Why others to fond husbands do pretend They heard a Sermon, when they met a friend?
A36760	Why should dull custom or cold fear prevent Pleasures so sweet, and Joys so innocent?
A36760	Why should the blessing be delay''d?
A36760	Why should you now refuse to hear, What once you did invite?
A36760	Why some make visits six hours longs to know The health of Shock or of my Ladies Toe?
A36760	Why some with dull discourse and forc''d Grimaces, Take pains to be accounted serious asses?
A36760	Why will you create Laws more severe, than Virtue, Man or Fate?
A36760	Yet though you damn us all, we still Act on, But what dull sport one party makes alone?
A36760	didst thou but see''t, When, Do you know me now?
A36760	how false and vain?
A36760	how fixed are His restless pain?
A36760	how long Shall weak distrust my Passion wrong?
A36760	what pleasures we have had, dear Jack?
A36760	what would my ador''d Fidelia''s Love?
A65514	A Blith and bonny Country Lass Sate sighing on the tender Grass, And weeping said, will none come woo her?
A65514	ALas, what shall I do?
A65514	Ah charming Fair, said I, How long can you my bliss deny?
A65514	Ah charming Fair, said I, How long will you my bliss and yours deny?
A65514	Alas, says he, what ga ● s thy grief?
A65514	All flowers do grace the vallyes greenface, The mountain hath none but thee; Why wilt thou grow there, and all the rest here?
A65514	And has her ● corne not power to deprive That part Of life againe?
A65514	And shall I now like a Pedantick stand, Scraping and crouching with my Cap in hand To base- born Peasants?
A65514	Art thou a Shepherdess, and yet too good For a Shepheard to be thy mate?
A65514	Begar me no Bacon, you English dogge; Weeh, weeh, you rask all Frenchman, wee''l dresse you like a hogg?
A65514	But no promise nor prosession, From his hands could purchase scope; Who would sell the sweet possession Of such beauty for a hope?
A65514	But rather added to my fears, When love should have declin''d it?
A65514	But when I tast of her sharpe disaine, O how I dye, how can I chuse?
A65514	Can there be more soon than now?
A65514	Did she consent, Or he relent, Accepts he night, or grants she noon, Left he her mayd, or not?
A65514	Does any man mistrust, that his wife is unjust, Or that she loves to be ranging?
A65514	HAve I not told thee, dearest mine, That I destroy''d should be?
A65514	HOw honest a thing is a Wedding, And a Bedding?
A65514	HOw pleasant a thing, were a Wedding, And a Bedding?
A65514	Has Cupid me forgot, Will fortune have me hated?
A65514	Has not her favour force to revive A heart Dying with paine?
A65514	Have I not steep''d my soul in tears, When thou didst hardly mind it?
A65514	Have you not seen the Nightingale A pris''ner like, coop''d in a Cage?
A65514	How canst thou from that cheek retire, Where vertue doth command desire?
A65514	How easie is it for a man to know Those Songs you made, from those Collected too?
A65514	How shall I this Argus blind, And so put an end to my wo?
A65514	How she doth chaunt her wonted tale, In that her narrow Hermita ●?
A65514	I make you do more than you can?
A65514	IS she gone?
A65514	IS she not wondrous fair?
A65514	If love be sin, why live you then To make so many guilty men?
A65514	In the lowest room of Hell: Art thou born of Humane race?
A65514	Is it because the Brothers fires Maintain a Glass- house at Blackfriers?
A65514	Is there any one among These marry''d men strong, Has a head of his Wives making?
A65514	Is there any woman here, has bin married a year, And not bin made a Mother?
A65514	Is there not life and death in her frame B ● th at her powerfull will to use, Then at her powerfull will I am, Living or dead, how can I chuse?
A65514	Is''t love, quoth she, or lot, Whose fault I am not mated?
A65514	NEver perswade me to''t, I vow I live not: How canst thou Expect a life in me, Since my Soul is sled to thee?
A65514	Nelly a Girle was proud and coy, But what good got she by it?
A65514	Next, why the Church stands North and South, And East and VVest the Preachers mouth?
A65514	No saile, nor wind, nor Sun I need, Her favours pass the silken Saile, Her smiles the Sunshine day exceed, And her sweet voice the softest gale?
A65514	No, no, I have a furial face: Art thou of City, or Town, or Court?
A65514	O Sorrow, Sorrow say where dost thou dwell?
A65514	O that her selfe she saw: but O why so?
A65514	O ● how the Longing spirit flyes, On scorching sighs from dying eyes, Whose intermixing rayes impart, Loves welcome message from the heart?
A65514	O, said the Shepherd, and sigh''d, What a pleasure Is Love conceal''d betwixt Lovers alone?
A65514	Or do I owe a being to some other powers VVho''l make me able to deride all yours?
A65514	Or else is''t because thou dost Think my Estate Is too mean to uphold thee in Brav''ry?
A65514	Or is''t because such painted ware Resembles something what you are?
A65514	Prethee, what is''t?
A65514	SHepherd, what''s Love, I prethee tell?
A65514	SIlvia, tell me how long it will be Before you will grant my desire: Is there no end of your crueltie, But must I consume in this fire?
A65514	SInce we poor slavish women know Our men we can not pick and choose, To him we like, why say we no?
A65514	STay Shepherd, prethee Shepherd stay: Didst thou not see her run this way?
A65514	STay lusty blood, where wilt thou seek So blest a place as in her cheek?
A65514	Shall I in silence mourn and grieve?
A65514	Shall I sigh and cry, and look pale and wan, And languish for ever for want of a man?
A65514	Since Loving was a Liberal Art, How canst thou trade for gain?
A65514	So pied, so seeming, so unsound In Doctrine and in Manners found, That out of Emblematick wit You spare your selves in sparing it?
A65514	The Swa ● n that saw her very kind, H ● s Arms about her body twin''d, And said, Fair Lass, how fare ye, well?
A65514	The pleasure is on your part,''T is we Men take the pain: And being so, must Women have the gain?
A65514	Then die, said I: She still deny''d: And is it thus, thus, thus, she cry''d, You use a harmless Maid?
A65514	Then how cold grows my Love, and I how hot?
A65514	Then what shall I unhappy do, Or whom shall I complain unto?
A65514	Thus all men vary you do see, and now Where''s the good man I pray that kiss''d the Cow?
A65514	To dive into the depth of love, There is no rule, no learning like her Eyes: Why stoops she then to things below her reach?
A65514	VVho silent sorrowes will relieve?
A65514	WHy should my Celia now be coy, In denying to yield me those Graces Which we did formerly both enjoy In our amorous mutual embraces?
A65514	What dost thou seed on?
A65514	What doth he get by it?
A65514	What dulmen are those to tarry at home, When abroad they may wantonly roame, And gain such experience, and spie to Such countries and wonders as I do?
A65514	What extasies, what hopes and feares, What pretty talk, and Amorous tears?
A65514	What tak''st thou pleasure in?
A65514	What though she do?
A65514	When, O when, shall sorrow quiet have?
A65514	Where may she be, canst thou not guess?
A65514	Why reads she love, that she her self can teach?
A65514	Why, O why, into the world was sorrow sent?
A65514	YOu''l ask, perhaps, wherefore I stay, Loving so much, so long away?
A65514	Yet Shepherd, what is Love, I pray?
A65514	Yet what is Love, I pray be plain?
A65514	Yet what is Love, I prethee say?
A65514	Yet what is Love, good Shepherd show?
A65514	shall turne away, Answering only with a lift up ▪ hand, Who who can his fate withstand?
A65514	wretched she said, Will no youth come sucker la anguishing Maid?
A57500	ARe these the Popes Grand Tools?
A57500	And Perjury''s but a small fault; what more?
A57500	And better too than we, have been forswore: And what a Crime is this?
A57500	And shall Lord Stafford dye forgot?
A57500	And shall such Mercies ever be forgot?
A57500	And suborn Felons, MONARCHS to destroy?
A57500	And that upon your lasting Stone, This Character had been alone?
A57500	And the first feed — OATS sifted clean and sound?
A57500	At one sad stroak to Massacre a Land, And make them fall, whom Heaven ordain''d to stand?
A57500	But Nothing, why doth Something still permit, That sacred Monarchs should at Council set With Persons thought, at best, for Nothing sit?
A57500	But pray what is it for, that you make all this stir?
A57500	But shall our State by an unlook''d- for Blow Receive a mortal Wound, and yet not know The hand that smote her?
A57500	But to its broken Neck I pray What can our Polititians say?
A57500	Can ye be so unkind?
A57500	Come, come, Sir, had it not been better To have dy''d to Death common Debter?
A57500	D''ye think you ever sav''d shall be, If you retract not what you say, And Holy Church do n''t justifie?
A57500	Did Christ e''re keep a Custom- House for Sin?
A57500	Does he hire Ruffains, Iustices to Kill; And send the Murd''res Pardons at his Will?
A57500	England to ● ervile Yoke could never bow; What Conquerors ne''re presum''d, who dares do now?
A57500	False Agents Heartless Traytors, have you So often swore by Sacramental Vow, Or to Convert this Island, or undo?
A57500	For what Man ever think you, got A Pardon for being in the Plot, That to the last deny''d it not?
A57500	He that would needs be such a Sot, To dye for love of a damn''d Plot?
A57500	How many converts Wine and Age do make?
A57500	I wonder much at your folly?
A57500	I. SHall every Jack and every Jill, That rides in State up Holbourn Hill By aid of Smithfield Rhymes defie The Malice of Mortality?
A57500	If silly Women, and some simple men Get God but on their side, where are we then?
A57500	If these rea ● ons prevail,( as how can they fail?)
A57500	In doubtful cases you may safely Swear, For twenty pound who would not loose an Ear?
A57500	Is England by the angry Fates sad Doom Condemn''d to play at Hot- cockles with Rome?
A57500	Is th''Oracle of doubtful lies From Delphos gone to Rome?
A57500	Is there of Caesar nothing left in Rome?
A57500	Let them think on, and their dear selves deceive, When I shall see her rise, I will believe, And not before?
A57500	Monsters more base than Africk can afford?
A57500	Must Beads, and a Cross, and a Relick from Ione, Make us fall down to Prayers right or wrong?
A57500	Must Christians that know no more but one God, Worship Ten Thousand, or be scourg''d with a Rod?
A57500	Must Church and Church- men be expos''d to scorns, Tost up and down by a Beast with Ten Horns?
A57500	Must Fire and Wood burn all that wo n''t bow, Worship S. Doll, and the Devil knows who?
A57500	Must Hobgoblin Mass, that''s learn''d of Old- Nick, Complement God for the Well and the Sick?
A57500	Must Iudas be saved that eat of the Sop?
A57500	Must Sinners be sav''d by Old Sinning Gulls?
A57500	Must Souls be pray''d out, the Devil hath got, At so much per Mass, else there they must rot?
A57500	Must Water bless''d by a Conjuring Monk, Scoure away Sins from a Pockyfi''d Punk?
A57500	Must We, Canibal- like, eat up our God, Or else must We not in Heaven have aboad?
A57500	Must a Conclave of Rogues, and Jesuit Priests, Perswade all the World to Worship the Beast?
A57500	Must that Renowned City, here- to- fore Fam''d for her Vertues, well as for her Pow''r; Instead of Consuls, Vagabonds employ?
A57500	Must the King and his Friends see and know this, And yet be advised that nothing''s amiss?
A57500	Must the Kingdom and State be at a loss, Leave their sweet Peace to lye under a Cross?
A57500	Must those be good that designed to seem such?
A57500	No, by the Mass, he deserved the Rope: Must such be employed at Sea and at Shore, That would subvert all to set up the Whore?
A57500	Now who sits in this Seat, but our Father the Pope?
A57500	Or could the bold, but silly Traytors hope, Great Britain e''re would Truckle to the Pope?
A57500	Or ever heard you was there one That was o''th Roman Church a Son, But went on as he had begun?
A57500	Or was old Bacchus tunn''d and firkin''d there?
A57500	Right or wrong, Or Life or Death, attend ● d on my Tongue: All the three Kingdoms truckled to my Will — But what of this?
A57500	Say, gentle Drawer, were they Casks of Beer?
A57500	T roy''s Flames were fatal, What did those begin?
A57500	That on a business so emergen, They did not brisly teize the Virgin?
A57500	Thus are their chiefest Doctrines plain Device, Pimp to their Pride, their Lust and Avarice?
A57500	To force that Guard with its worst Foe to joyn, Can never be a prudent Kings Design, What Prince would change to be a Cataline?
A57500	To let his Lordship play a Prank Her Grace becoming, and his Rank?
A57500	Was it for this my ample Power was giv''n, For this have I the Keys of Hell and Heaven?
A57500	Was your Commission scant, did I deny Plenipotentiary Villany?
A57500	We neither Preach nor Pray, we take no pains, Preaching and Praying bravely us maintains: They preach and pray, we swear, yet who gets more?
A57500	What Antidotes against a poysonous Breath?
A57500	What Author have they, or who brought it in?
A57500	What Fence is there against a lying Tongue, Sharpen''d by Hell, to wound a Man to Death?
A57500	What mean these ambiguities With which to me you come?
A57500	What though for King and Kingdom they do pray, If we will Swear they mind it to destroy?
A57500	What?
A57500	Whence came this Knack, or when did it begin?
A57500	Whence should Purity come, but from Catholick Rome?
A57500	Where did St. Frank his Kennel keep?
A57500	Where was St. Dominick asleep?
A57500	Who but blund''ring Fools Would ever have forgot To Burn those Letters that reveal''d their Plot?
A57500	Who in Parliament time subscrib''d to the Church: Must We all be undone by a damn''d Popish Crew, Some that is about us, and some We ne''re knew?
A57500	Who would be Old, or in Old fashions Trade?
A57500	Why should we labour?
A57500	Your kindness I ne''re understood, Whatever you pretend To him, to whom you ne''er did good, How can you be a Friend?
A57500	do you forget How I did once betray The Grecian- Empire, which as yet Your Scepter doth obey?
A57500	is the Eagle from the Mitre flown?
A57500	is this so bad?
A57500	now prefe ● r''d so High, What Marvels from that 〈 … 〉?
A57500	shall she sigh and cry, Like Polyphemus, Out is quench''d mine Eye?
A57500	tell us what didst thou ail Thus to trappan thy self into a Goal?
A57500	then, some Ages hence they''l cry Lo, Stafford''s Blood, and shed for why?
A57500	to 〈 … 〉 Spire On Sea- coal Basis?
A57500	was thy swell''d Ambition grown so wide, That nought but Kings could satisfie thy Pride?
A57500	what then?
A57500	what thing can hope Death''s Hand to''scape, When Mother- Plot her self is brought to Crape?
A57500	who more controuls Than he, and claps his Fetters on our Souls?
A57500	will not Swearing do?
A57500	● or else how comes it pray about, Our Friends to''th Cause have been so stout Toth''very last, to brave it out?
A30759	( Quoth he) you be Shack- nape, pishaw — Me no care dis — begar me be A Gentlehome in mine Country, Me tell you dat, better den you, Vat den?
A30759	?
A30759	A Mittimus, quoth Justice then, For what, wherefore, for whom, and when?
A30759	After it serv''d had dish and pot, And came from dresser reaking hot, Oh fie( quoth she) are you without A cloth?
A30759	After strict search th''Squires fell to weeping, Must we then pay so dear for sleeping?
A30759	And ta''ne the Smock from off the Whore, Yet will you aggravate us more?
A30759	And these thy Chitterlings so neer?
A30759	And what are you, there, Mistriss Minks?
A30759	And who shall serve it?
A30759	Are you VVhore- ripe( too) for the Gallows?
A30759	Art thou a Man, of art thou VVoman?
A30759	Begar me vill do no sush ting, Quoth Quack, me say, Viva de King, Of mine Countrey; vat me to do To make sush Preachament pour you?
A30759	But I digress; of this no more, To what I should have said before My purpose is; the promise, Root To all their hopes laid under foot; By whom?
A30759	But what was this?
A30759	Clad in Coat of Plush?
A30759	Did Paracelsus ever make Plaisters of chips for Valours sake?
A30759	Dis be( Quoth Quack) may foy very pretty; Vat do me need hands from sush tings, Ven me have got de hands of Kings?
A30759	Do you wear Beard, and want a Face To add a Credit to your Place?
A30759	Does Courage so adapt my blade, That Multitudes do Ambuscade?
A30759	Given by the hand of reaking Foe, VVhat er''e you think, I think not so, Shall Triumph revel in their smiles, Our Courage pinion''d all the whiles?
A30759	How''s that?
A30759	How, how( in rage) quoth Hudibras, Durst they depart without my Pass?
A30759	I wonder you should Cackel thus: Has the Hen trod you?
A30759	Is Justice lame as well as blind, Crippl''d in power as well at Mind ▪ Can you send Begger to the Stocks, And have no punishment for knocks?
A30759	Is your Comb Cut, and no Cock at dunghil- home?
A30759	Knocks in a most Malign sence, That will admit of no Pretence?
A30759	Now that we fear you not, you know, And love you ca n''t, what Snake in Bo- Some?
A30759	Oh have you so, youth Hudibras?
A30759	Or are employ''d by those that do, To draw the main end up, the Crew?
A30759	Or if then bow, h''ad rather break, Defie''em, and not poorly sneak?
A30759	Or will( by simpathy) the blows And hacks on Pole be felt by Foes?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, draw neerer you, And you Jack- daw get to your Crew, Speaking Quack, Be me Shack- daw?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, is there no way To put a period to this day By Conquest ours?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, more deaf then Adder To common Sense, to make me madder?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, must we passe by So grand ad open Injury?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, thou sawcy Wight, Compare how dar''st thou with Sir Knight?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, what made you to About you call so base a Crew Of Tag and Rag, lew''d hair- brain''d fellows, Many of them deserving Gallows?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, what''s best to do?
A30759	Quoth Hudibras, where wert thou bred?
A30759	Quoth Justice good, how comes it thus you hem us in, may''nt we untruss?
A30759	Quoth Lanio, hence thou Weasel, Rat, That scarce dar''st look in face a Cat; Who sent for thee?
A30759	Render''d the scorn and sport of Clown; And Table- talk for all the Town?
A30759	Shall we besotted be with beating, And bury Honour by retreating?
A30759	Shall we with Patience take their frumps, And Heads revengeless go for bumps?
A30759	Shall we with smooth Caresses go And soften flinty hearted foe?
A30759	Th''Offence done here; Good Mr. Slus Ter, must not the mercy come from us?
A30759	That ake with blows, and our bones more, Will that be salve for every Sore?
A30759	The Red- coats come, and simply see A goodly Field, and long Pole- tree: Perhaps they''l reak revenge on Wood, But what will that do our Heads good?
A30759	There''s neither Bull got loose, nor Bear, And will you seem to make escape From fencing fools, and Jack- a- nape On horse- back?
A30759	This''t is to be so merciful, Quoth Hudibras, can none discry Where, and how strong''s the Enemy?
A30759	To which o th''Nounes do you incline?
A30759	VVhat mean you then, quoth Hudibras?
A30759	Were you Commissionated Harry, Or are you Supernumerary, To wit, one that may be employ''d When others are with service cloy''d?
A30759	What serves lids for, who( like Watch- cases) Should close eyes up safe in their places?
A30759	What strange Coherence doth bewitch Your Worships Nose to Plow- mans breech?
A30759	What trade do you drive''mong these fellows?
A30759	What''s that, quoth he, you mutter''d last?
A30759	Whence com''st thou, from what nasty Sinck Didst thou creep forth, to prate and stink?
A30759	Where are you Scences, pray look to''t; Have we not struck at Branch and Root?
A30759	Whoop, quoth the Squire, where are you ho?
A30759	Will you in spight of Ordinance, A whorish Stallion thus advance?
A30759	Wilt thou not stand us now in sted?
A30759	With Cheeks that look like drooping Pinks?
A30759	You say to Morrow, And what then?
A30759	Your words( quoth Hudibras) condemn Your self; but e''re we sentence pass, Come hither fellow with your Lass: What Trade art thou?
A30759	must we not pass?
A30759	quoth Justice, Sir, What will their coming here infer?
A30759	quoth he, And pick a Pocket if need be?
A30759	quoth wrathfull Hudibras, That word sha n''t unrevenged pass: A Purse( too) can you cut?
A30759	so tamely take This Cudgel- Combat, and not make The very Basis of the Town To tremble at your awful frown?
A30759	vat be dat?
A30759	what mak''st thou here?
A30759	where art thou Pate?
A30759	who did it violate?
A65464	''T is easily answered, That tho''such a design should suit with my present Years and Inclinations, yet who would be the Customers?
A65464	( b) Nor Indian Dance, with Indian Songs, Nor yet,( Which how should I so long forget?)
A65464	( f)[ For if the Ocean were Gothland, who but I should be King?]
A65464	And dares the poor Thatcher with the Gardener vye?
A65464	And is this all the Guard my Princes keep?
A65464	And why may''n''t I have my chance as well as others?
A65464	As if to N. or M. I backwards came, They on me stare, and ask me what''s my name?
A65464	Author why is your Shepherdess so learned here, and in other places?
A65464	Both, as good Friends as You and I, Their hungry Wembs to satisfie?
A65464	Bridewell or Bedlam — University?
A65464	Cap''ring Words, and frisking Strings, What Hang''d Hero wilt thou sing?
A65464	From how many a narrow Hem Has my Botcher cabbag''d them?
A65464	Had fate the power to cramp me into Fool?
A65464	Hadst thou no Dick with whom thou mightst be free, Thus to let fly thy Whetstone- jeers on me?
A65464	Has Fortune dragg''d thy Vengeance from her Throne, Crusht out thy wonted Sting, and call''d thee Drone?
A65464	Him no proud Louvres, nor Escurial''s Hide, What has a humble Worm to do with Pride?
A65464	His prudence who would not admire, That leaps from Frying- pan to Fire?
A65464	How dare The ridiculous Mouse with the Mountain compare?
A65464	How did I in Doggrel Rhymes, Mind my fault, and wail and grieve it?
A65464	How long have Micean Souldiers learn''d to flee?
A65464	How should the Whale know that piece of Philosophy?
A65464	I always lend, but you receive; Which is most brave, to take, or give?
A65464	I thought I should catch you napping, cryes Mr. Critick,( or he may if he will) how long has Carduus- posset been so wonderful chargable?
A65464	IN these raw mornings, when I''me freezing ripe ▪ What can compare with a Tobacco- pipe?
A65464	If all this wo n''t satisfie, what think ye of a knocking Argument, hight- necessity?
A65464	Is any thing strain''d or obscure?
A65464	Muse, what d''ye mean?
A65464	My sweet Sweet- heart, how is''t you are So foolish?
A65464	No — if the Iudge such tricks as these allows, A Man sha n''t hang himself in his own House: And who dreads not such presidents as that?
A65464	O what a fragrant Hogo rose But now, to twinge a swounding Nose?
A65464	O who can the Bliss of a Monarch discern, Whose Subjects are Mice, and whose Palace( a Barn?
A65464	Of old ye out- ran the Constable,''t is true, But sure my Verse can run as fast as you: What tho''unknown?
A65464	Shall one weak foe or forces baffle thus, And shall a Worm contend with Mighty us?
A65464	Tell me, O tell me, you that know, How Spot the higher Powers so Offended?
A65464	That this to me?
A65464	The Hero''s from Gardens and Solitudes came, And sallying from thence fill''d the World with their Name; But who ever heard of a Thatcher of Fame?
A65464	The Muses, which if Fame says true, Were Sempstresses and Taylors too: Where shall I use my artful Hand; At the Knee, or at the Band?
A65464	Their Trophies Kings, Captains and Emperors bring, And all over- board for one Shovel they fling; But who ever heard of a Thatcher a King?
A65464	There''s Doll: who knows what mischief follows?
A65464	They may rejoyn, — Why not something serious then, and worthy my own pains, and others perusal?
A65464	They''re blind, That Silver comes not far behind, But''s e''ne as bad as t''other: For this, who''d of such luck have thought?
A65464	This is not to be understood, without stepping into the new World of Microscopes: where among the rest, One Mr.( what''s his hard name?)
A65464	Thus could you kindly let your Soveraign sleep, Whilst a fierce Viper does in ambush lye?
A65464	Thus could you undiscover''d pass him by?
A65464	To Jayl how many Headlong run, How many a hopeful Youth''s undone, How many a vile ungracious Son, For this has murder''d Daddy?
A65464	Under a Willow I complain, And grunt, and cry, and roar in vain; And, as mad Lovers use to do, Pick straws, and — what a F — care you?
A65464	Was it indeed so long ago, when we Took noble Arms against the Tyranny, Of cruel Puss?
A65464	Well, gone she is, and who can help''t?
A65464	Well, since on all sides''t is confest, A quiet life must needs be best; who''d think it hard to purchase rest By such a small complying?
A65464	What Colledge Sir?
A65464	What Man in''s Wits wo''n''t rather chuse The Hempen, than the Marriage Noose?
A65464	What Skip- kennel without his eyes offence, Taught thee all this Dog- and- bitch Eloquence?
A65464	What if no Cubbs bless the ill- natur''d Joys?
A65464	What lowsy Rogue to equal Glories bring?
A65464	What tho''Erynnis on thee scowl, And make her Snakes about thee howl?
A65464	What tho''in vain t''approach your Lips he seek?
A65464	What was the pretty Traytor''s Crime, That her fair Dayes in Beauty''s prime Were ended?
A65464	What''s to be done with this most unhoopable Reader?
A65464	Where am I now?
A65464	Where are those Heroes who with me could dare, And beat the Elephant, whose shoulders bare, Without a Trope, huge Castles in the Air?
A65464	Where are your Souls?
A65464	Where shall I my work begin, And stick the Muse''s Needle in?
A65464	Who but the Poet ought t''appear I''th end?
A65464	Who knows what may be?
A65464	Why Fryday Street?
A65464	Why might not Aristotle teach him when he leapt into the Water, as wisely as Empedocles into Fire?
A65464	Why should not I his luckless Fate bemoan, Wrong''d and abus''d by all, but wronging none?
A65464	Why''t is Sir — because Sir — why what''s that to you Sir?
A65464	[ In dainty Friz he hoists his frighted Hair,] — Experto crede Roberto?
A65464	against her will: Was''t not a very pleasant Whimm,( f) That she should kill her self for him?
A65464	all defil''d, What Soul alive for both the Indys riches, Would e''re descend to such a pair of Breeches?
A65464	and was my Stock so low, I must for scrapps of Wit a Mumping go?
A65464	comes the Critick with a Dilemma a top of this poor Verse; if[ Experimental] quo''he; how[ Men of Thought]?
A65464	e When in the Abyss I no longer did sleep, But kind Mother Nature call''d me out of the deep; What a Gulph did I leave i''the space whence I came?
A65464	how comes she to talk against decorum in Pastorals, and to fly upon the high ● ropes at this rate?
A65464	how dull a Dog am I, That can not for thy Murder cry, Nor whimper?
A65464	what Flesh can stay, And dive in Helicon to day, Or swim in any Streams but Aqua- vitae?
A65464	what could man do more?
A65464	where is your dear- bought fame?
A65464	where took you your Degree?
A65464	whither wilt thou roll, The tumbling Soul?
A65464	who among''em scatter''d Strife; That Petty fogging Fury?
A65464	who can tell how soon he''may dye?
A65464	who should bring up the Rear, But he who without Wit or Fear Lays on his Lyes by Clusters?
A65464	— But who can help''t?
A65464	— He somewhere or other, makes an Oxe speak — and why not my Maggot as well?
A65464	● ho''many a One his Glory owes ● nto the Sweat of Mothers brows; ● ho by the Childrens looks could find ● e ever was to others kind?
A65464	● ● ● rings to make him fine and gay ● gainst next Training Holyday?
A31143	A treasure thou hast lost to day, For which thou canst no ransome pay: How black art thou transform''d with sin?
A31143	ALas, what should I do but fear, how I may be secure?
A31143	ANd must I go, from whom?
A31143	AS well as I?
A31143	Alone for mutuall pastime, coyn they crave, And e''r they sport, ask first, What shall I have?
A31143	And all with emulation swell To be thy pillow?
A31143	And take her blessing for this whole two year?
A31143	And why so coy?
A31143	Are kisses all?
A31143	Are women made more loyal?
A31143	As well as I?
A31143	As well as I?
A31143	Blush you at this?
A31143	But let me see, should she be proud, A little pride must be allow''d?
A31143	But stay( my Love) a fault I spie, Why are these two fair Fountains drie?
A31143	Do I say him?
A31143	Each amourous boy will sport& prate Too freely, if she find no state?
A31143	Go I away, I have a new love got, Stay I, what get I, but but in faith Sir no?
A31143	HOw far?
A31143	HOw now Iohn, what is''t the care Of thy small Flock that keeps thee there?
A31143	Her choyce is past, her love bestowed, hear faith no faith can move, ● most unworthy; shall I hope to gain so good a love?
A31143	How doth a Dropsie melt him to a flood, Making each vein run water more then blood?
A31143	How far?
A31143	How many do commit for very spight, That take small pleasure in that sweet delight?
A31143	How many thousand women that were Saints, Are now made sinfull by unjust restraints?
A31143	How should that plant whose leaf is bath''d in tears, Bare but a bitter fruit in elder years?
A31143	How soon the Flowers sweeter smell?
A31143	How strange a guilt gnawes me within?
A31143	How will you have me to behave me then?
A31143	MY Heart why dost thou bodily fear, that thou dost love in vain?
A31143	MY heart why dost thou reason thus, According to thy sense?
A31143	NAy pish, nay pew, nay faith, and will you, fie, A Gentleman and use me thus, yfaith I le cry, Gods body what means this?
A31143	Now let us kiss, would you be gone?
A31143	Of that which none could yet come neer ▪ how may poor I be sure?
A31143	Or from the Ram the Ewe?
A31143	Or hath the Bishop in a rage Forbid thy comming on our Stage?
A31143	Or what are buds that ne''re disclose The long''d for sweetnesse of the rose?
A31143	SItting, and ready to be drawn, What mean these Velvets, silk,& Lawn, Embroideries, Feathers, Fringes, Lace?
A31143	SWeet- heart, to see thy blood fall down, What Mortall can forbear?
A31143	Say what are blossoms in their prime, That ripen not in harvest time?
A31143	Shal I be yours?
A31143	TO give a Gift, where all the Gifts of God so much abound, What is it else but even to adde, a penny to a pound?
A31143	That which we now prepare, will be Best done in silent secresie: Come do not weep, what is''t you fear?
A31143	The Rapture, by J. D. IS she not wondrous fair?
A31143	The froward Keeper did deny me way, And askt me, how I durst to come so neer?
A31143	Thy bodies beauty by thy mind is stain''d: Look on the beasts that in the Medows play, Shall women bear more savage minds then they?
A31143	Thy choice is good, thy love is great, thy faith is true as steel: She''s wise, what wilt thou more?
A31143	To wish you years, though they be New, which yet may make you old, What is it, but to wish you years of silver for your Gold?
A31143	W ● at is the end of Love?
A31143	WEll did the Prophet a ● k, Lord what is man?
A31143	WHat thing is love?
A31143	WHy do we love these things which we call women, Which are like feathers, blown in every wind?
A31143	Were it not then discreetly done To ope one spring to lett Wo run?
A31143	What are the works of love?
A31143	What gifts do Kine from the rude Bull enforce?
A31143	What rate demands the Mare fro the proud horse?
A31143	What though I have the name to be, the greatest in her books?
A31143	What though her choice be past?
A31143	What though in choice, in love, in faith, we many changes see?
A31143	What though in my unworthiness, she may esteem of me?
A31143	What though it be my Mother to imbrace?
A31143	What though it be to see my Father dear?
A31143	What though more craft lurk in her breast, then she dissemble can?
A31143	What though my native Country be the place?
A31143	What though she feed me once a day, even with her kindest looks?
A31143	What though thy Love did never care, for wearing of a man?
A31143	What will you have me do?
A31143	What would ● ou of that Minstrell say That tunes his pipes and will not play?
A31143	Why dost thou fear that gentle meanes, will make thee live in pain?
A31143	Why dost thou make an evill cause, the worse be thy defence?
A31143	Why should the sweets which we alike sustain, To me be double loss, thee double gain?
A31143	Your eyes the same to me have been: Can Jet invite the loving straw With secret fire?
A31143	a speech too kind for you, As well as I?
A31143	her love bestowed, her faith too true, What though thou most unworthy be, to such a one to sue?
A31143	how long am I, and shall I be From that sweet soul, whose looks doe feed mine eye?
A31143	how long shal she be kept from me, In whom, with whom, to whom I live and dy?
A31143	nor so?
A31143	not so, mine own?
A31143	then must you change your vain, And watch your times to make your love be seen, As well as I?
A31143	then must you leave disdain, And shew your self more kind then you have been: As well as I?
A31143	then will I be to you, More then I am, to make you to be such: As well as I?
A31143	then will I strive to do More then I can, to make you do as much, As well as I?
A31143	too good for to be true, As well as I?
A31143	too sudden to endure: As well as I?
A31143	too sweet for to be sure, As well as I?
A31143	what dost thou feare?
A31143	what shall I say?
A31143	what will you not?
A31143	why dost thou fear before thou feel?
A31143	why dost thou take such care To lengthen out thy lifes short Callender?
A18592	ALl haile faire Phoenix, whither art thou flying?
A18592	Ah Loue, where is thy faith in sweete loue?
A18592	Ah my Deare, why dost thou kill me?
A18592	Ah quoth he, but where is true loue?
A18592	Ah quoth he, wher''s faith in sweete loue?
A18592	Ah quoth she, but where is true Loue?
A18592	Alas: then whither wade I, In thought to praise this Ladie, When seeking her renowning, My selfe am so neare drowning?
A18592	All nomination is too straight of sence: Deepe Contemplations wonder?
A18592	And is this all?
A18592	Beauties resistlesse thunder?
A18592	But by the way sweete Nature tell me this, Is this the Moly that is excellent, For strong enchauntments and the Adders hisse?
A18592	But this faire course is not embrac''d by many; By many?
A18592	Call it Perfection?
A18592	Can Fire?
A18592	Can I be sad?
A18592	Can any humane heart beare thee such rage?
A18592	DAres then thy too audacious sense Presume, define that boundlesse Ens, That amplest thought t ● anscendeth?
A18592	Deaths Messenger, that barres me from thy sight?
A18592	Diuinest Beautie?
A18592	Fie peeuish Bird, what art thou franticke mad?
A18592	Hast thou not Beauty, Vertue, Wit and Fauour: What other graces would''st thou craue of Nature?
A18592	Hath all the world such a true Bird as I, Wonne to this fauour by my constancie?
A18592	Haue I come hither drooping through the woods, And left the springing groues to seeke for thee?
A18592	Haue I forsooke to bath me in the flouds, And pin''d away in carefull misery?
A18592	Haue we one like her for her pride of beautie, Of all the feathered Quier in the aire?
A18592	Hercules?
A18592	How may I in all gratefulnesse requite, This gracious fauor offred to thy seruant?
A18592	I can not stir one foote from Venus gate, Will you come sit, and beare me company?
A18592	I ● this the Anker- hold vnto thy bote?
A18592	If you be faire, why should you be vnkind?
A18592	Is not Affection nurse to long Delay?
A18592	Is this Loues treasure, and Loues pining smart?
A18592	Is this the Lesson thou hast learn''d by rote?
A18592	Is this the Riuer sets thy ship a ● lote?
A18592	Is this the Tutor of faire Constancy?
A18592	Is this the substance of all honesty?
A18592	Is this the summe and substance of thy woe?
A18592	Is this the true example of the Heart?
A18592	Is this thy Sea of Griefe doth ouerflow?
A18592	Loue is sweete, wherein sweete?
A18592	My heart and thine, my sweet shall nere be parted, Heart made of loue, and true simplicitie: Is not Loue lawlesse, full of powerfull might?
A18592	Nay where is all the vertue may be had?
A18592	O stay poore Turtle, whereat hast thou gazed, At the eye- dazling Sunne, whose sweete reflection, The round encompast heauenly world amazed?
A18592	O where is learning?
A18592	O who is he that( in this peace) enioyes Th''Elixir of all ioyes?
A18592	Or did my ▪ Vertues shadow all her Blisse?
A18592	Or whose great Name in Poets Heauen vse ▪ For the more Countenance to our Actiue Muse?
A18592	Proud Chastity, why dost thou seeke to wrong Phoenix my Loue, with l ● ssons too precise?
A18592	Seene in all learned arts is my beloued, Hath anie one so faire a Loue as I?
A18592	T is perfecter thē brightest names can light it: Call it Heauens mirror?
A18592	That she should place me in a desart Plaine, And send forth Enuie with a Iudas kisse, To sting me with a Scorpions poisoned hisse?
A18592	Then looke; for see what glorious issue( brighter Then clearest fire, and beyond faith farre whiter Then Dians tier) now springs from yonder flame?
A18592	To change in loue is a base simple thing, Her name will be ore stain''d with periu ● y, That doth delight in nothing but dissembling?
A18592	VVHat wondrous hart- grieuing spectacle, Hast thou beheld the worlds true miracle?
A18592	WE must sing too?
A18592	WHat is Loue but a toy To beguile mens Senses?
A18592	WHat should I call this creature, Which now is growne vnto maturitie ▪ How should I blase this feature As firme and constant as Eternitie?
A18592	What did my Beautie moue her to Disdaine?
A18592	What fatal Comet did his wrath engage ▪ To worke a harmelesse Bird such worlds despight, Wrapping my dayes blisse in blacke ● ables night?
A18592	What greater ioy can be then this, Where loue enioyes each louers wish?
A18592	What ill diuining Planet did presage, My timelesse birth so timely brought to light?
A18592	What is he gone?
A18592	What is my Beauty but a vading Flower?
A18592	What is my Vertue but a Tablitorie: Which if I did bestow would more increase?
A18592	What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie: That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace?
A18592	What may we count the world if loue were dead?
A18592	What may we wonder at?
A18592	What sauage, brute Affection, Would not be fearefull to offend a Dame Of this excelling frame?
A18592	What shal I say?
A18592	What strangenesse is''t that from the Turtles ashes Assumes such forme?
A18592	Where is Affections?
A18592	Where is Apelles art?
A18592	Where is all difference twixt the good and bad?
A18592	Where is the man?
A18592	Where quoth he?
A18592	Where shall I find a heart that''s free from guile?
A18592	Wherein men reade their deep- conceiued Thrall, Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower, To be as seruile vassals at my Call?
A18592	Why art thou strange to me my Deare?
A18592	Why dost thou of the worlds woe take a part, And in relenting teares thy selfe disgrace?
A18592	Why dost thou shead thy Feathers, kill thy Heart, Weep out thine Eyes, and staine thy golden Face?
A18592	Why in the hot Sunne dost thou spread thy wings?
A18592	Why is my Loue so false to me?
A18592	Will you not hence?
A18592	Wilt thou confound thy selfe with foolish Griefe?
A18592	With what a spirit did the Turtle flye Into the fire, and chearfully did dye?
A18592	alasse his bones are yet sore, With his old earthly Labors; t''exact more Of his dull Godhead, were Sinne: Le ts implore Phoebus?
A18592	and is this plot of Ground The substance of the Theame doth thee confound?
A18592	can Time?
A18592	can blackest Fate consume So rare creation?
A18592	fled to Enuies cau ●?
A18592	is Enuie packt away?
A18592	what Subiect shal we chuse?
A18592	where is true cunning?
A34476	AS you are fair, can you be loving too, And make me happy in adoring you?
A34476	Ah Madam, now where were those powerful Charms That should have kept your Lover in your Arms?
A34476	Ah, cruel Nymph, said I, what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens''d thy mind?
A34476	And can great Lambert dye, and Nature show No sign, so great a ruine to forego?
A34476	And can thy Eye find any place To gaze upon, but on this Face?
A34476	And must their Names no more be thought upon, Buried in silent Oblivion?
A34476	And that I love her well, she knows, For who can view that Heavenly Face, Not paying that Respect he owes To Beauty, bearing such a Grace?
A34476	And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth, and Buried in the Dust?
A34476	Are you in Love?
A34476	Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes?
A34476	But where is then Sicheus?
A34476	But why a Dog?
A34476	But why do I thus deprecate in vain, Hoping for what I never can obtain?
A34476	But why so coy?
A34476	But yet methinks I hear some say, Where''s he Dares contradict us in our Seigniory, And tax our actions?
A34476	But yet suppose it so, cou''dst thou delight In cruel Wars, where blood doth blood excite?
A34476	By what rude Hand was it that he did fall?
A34476	Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem?
A34476	Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight?
A34476	Can not my Lady find Some spruce young Gallant that will please her mind?
A34476	Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove?
A34476	Can you prove false, who once I did adore?
A34476	Come tell me, Venus, is not Love your Son, The same with Cupid?
A34476	Cou''dst thou find out A cause of doubt, Or thought that there might be In either of us Mutability?
A34476	Counsel so good, who coud not chuse but take, Though not for Hells, yet for his poor Wifes sake?
A34476	Cupid, henceforth I vow despite Against thy Quiver and thy Bow, Did I plead Nonage in thy sight, Fond Boy, that thou shouldst use me so?
A34476	DO''st not thou see this Picture set, Round with the Rose and Violet, Crown''d with the Garlands of the Spring, And Looks that might entice a King?
A34476	Damn''d Monster, cou''dst thou find no other way Than this, thy righteous Husband to betray?
A34476	Didst thou at random shoot a Dart, Directed by no certain slight, To see if thou couldst hit a Heart Which did thy Childish Godhead slight?
A34476	Dire Queen of Shades, what power, as yet unknown, Hast thou assum''d, that''s stronger than thy own?
A34476	Does Earth another Cacus yet afford?
A34476	Eternal terror seize you for your pain; Think you I''ll take a Devil to my Bed?
A34476	For loving you?
A34476	Hail Power, said I, what impious hand hath done So vile an Act?
A34476	Has age depriv''d thee of thy sense, to be The perfect Emblem of Foolery?
A34476	Hast thou again mistook?
A34476	He''s slick and sporting, who can chuse but doat On that which lies under a Ladis Coat?
A34476	How came it then that thou should''st make So strange a love my Heart to seize, And give new vigor to the Snake Which was before content to freeze?
A34476	How often have I made The same consession of my Love to thee, As mortals pay unto Divinity?
A34476	How often have my Vows to Clelia paid My Constant Zeal?
A34476	How soon he''s gone?
A34476	How wav''ring like the Wind?
A34476	I Yield, dear Enemy, nor now Can I resist so sweet a Brow; For who would not a slave remain, On whom thou please to lay thy Chain?
A34476	If she in anger say, How durst he come so nigh, T''invade my privacy, When I my self retir''d away?
A34476	Is Earth so barren, can it not afford Something will better personate a Lord?
A34476	Is pitty all that she must pay?
A34476	Is this the way to gain thee honour?
A34476	Is your Love pure?
A34476	Many do think the Dog is too obscene, Or what the Devil shou''d my Lady mean?
A34476	N''ere to expire?
A34476	Now some, perchance, may ask me where My Gardens excellencies are, To which no other may compare?
A34476	O glorious Sun- shine of this Western Isle, VVhat noble Appellation, or what Stile Befits thy Praise?
A34476	O thou Illustrious Queen of Love, said I, What Hand cou''d do this great Impiety?
A34476	O who cou''d wish So great a Bliss, Half starv''d at Sea, to gain so blest a Coast?
A34476	Observe the Rain- bow, view the Colours there, Looks it not pleasant unto every Eye?
A34476	One of the Quiver- bearing Goddess Train?
A34476	Or art thou like some Idle Lad, Whom no delight can e''re content, But in a humour raging mad, Throws stones into the Element?
A34476	Or how can we express Our Joy, your Bounty, and our Happiness?
A34476	Or if I wou''d, I can not ease you now; Your fond desires you never can attain: Think you a Votress will reject her Vow?
A34476	Or till what date dost thou pretend These outrages thus to defend?
A34476	Quid de te jactor?
A34476	S. Shall still my suite prove vain?
A34476	SWeet Vesper bring the Night, Why dost thou thus delay, To rob me of delight,?
A34476	Seest thou this Glass?
A34476	Sen. HAil ancient Brother, what is in thy mind, To count the Sand, and mow the whistling VVind?
A34476	Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress, And leave them only to enjoy their bliss?
A34476	Since then that I am Black, and you are Fair, What a sweet Babe may come from such a pair?
A34476	Then what has he done?
A34476	To whom the Goddess mildly thus, Brave Prince, Does Iuno''s powerful promise so convince Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize?
A34476	Triumphant Love, what never lose the field?
A34476	VVelcomer than the day, Hymen, what was the cause of this delay?
A34476	VVhat damn''d confounded spell Made Orpheus run to fetch a VVife from Hell?
A34476	VVhat shou''d they do, poor men?
A34476	VVhat was it mov''d that madness in his Breast?
A34476	VVhen will thy wanton lust have end?
A34476	VVhere are those Eyes, That steal away My Heart in Play, And over it so strangely Tyrannize?
A34476	WHat ails the Poet?
A34476	WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists, and thus expel the light?
A34476	WHere is this Boanerges, that dares batter The Churches Faith, and in a Pulpit slatter?
A34476	WHere''s absent Clelia?
A34476	WHy dost thou thus delay, O Lucifer, to usher in the day?
A34476	WHy shou''d I urge my Love, since that I know Her Merit''s great, and my Desert''s as low?
A34476	What Glory is it for you to defie Your Slave, that you are bound for to defend?
A34476	What Impious Creature was it durst prophane Thy sacred Shrine?
A34476	What Noble Hero ever cou''d do more Than be o''re Land and Sea a Conquerour?
A34476	What a new desire Inflames his Heart, and doth his Soul inspire, With emulous Notes to touch Apollo''s Lyre?
A34476	What brought thee hither?
A34476	What can he rest, When I with sorrow am so much opprest?
A34476	What did I say?
A34476	What happiness was this, To one as lost?
A34476	What is thy Name?
A34476	What makes the World as Thunder- struck appear, That such a Slaughter shou''d be every where?
A34476	What over tedious stay, My fair Euridice does thus betray?
A34476	What shall I speak?
A34476	What thought can know the Pleasures I enjoy''d?
A34476	What was I born to be a sport to Fame?
A34476	What was the motive?
A34476	What, change with Men?
A34476	Who calls?
A34476	Who knows whether the Gods above will cast One day, to add to what''s already past?
A34476	Why then doth Death involve my Friend, who sleeps, And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps?
A34476	Wou''d such a thing from Mortal Race were hid?
A34476	Yes, Proserpine was fair, a Goddess too, What can not Love, that mighty Monarch, do?
A34476	can the Gods connive At Blasphemy, and let the Slave survive?
A34476	can you so cruel be, To scorn my Vows, yet never pity me?
A34476	cou''d this deserve, In midst of plenty thus to starve?
A34476	fond Painter, why dost strive to grace An unknown Goddess with a fancy''d Face?
A34476	has Death and thee Been conversant and chang''d Artillery?
A34476	how silently he lyes?
A34476	or what can I devise?
A34476	stop that presumptious word; Shall such a Harpy ever speak my Name?
A34476	then must I tell the cause?
A34476	what made thee so unkind, To kill the Joy, and Darling of Mankind?
A34476	who wou''d such honour shun?
A27315	And ever when he talkt of Love, He wou''d his Eyes decline; And every sigh, a Heart would move, Gued Faith and why not mine?
A27315	And is it thus Great Ladies keep intire That Vertue they so boast, and you admire?
A27315	And left me in this gloomy shade alone?
A27315	And lovely Silvia too make haste, The Sun is up, the day does waste: Do''st thou not hear the Musick loud, Mix''d with the murmur of the Crowd?
A27315	And must I suffer as a Criminal?
A27315	And must they all be faithless who are Kings?
A27315	And thus at last she did complain, Is this the Faith, said she, Which thou allowest me, Cruel Swain, For that I gave to thee?
A27315	And what strange Witchcraft brought thy Maxims in?
A27315	And when we Vow, Implore, and Pray, Shall the Inhumane cruel fair, Only with nice disdain the sufferer pay?
A27315	And whilst I Blame him, I Excuse him too; Who would not venture Heav''n to purchase you?
A27315	And who can dark oblivion fear, That is co- eval with her mighty Works and Her?
A27315	Are Crowns and Falshoods then consistent things?
A27315	Art thou become a* Tabernacler too?
A27315	Art thou caught?
A27315	But now for Iemmy must I mourn, VVho to the VVarrs must go; His Sheephook to a Sword must turne: Alack what shall I do?
A27315	COme, my fair Cloris, come away, Hast thou forgot''t is Holyday?
A27315	Can a poor empty Name such difference make?
A27315	Can you fear your Favours will cloy Those that the Blessing does enjoy?
A27315	Cease, Cease, with Sighs to warm my Soul, Or press me with thy Hand: VVho can the kindling fire controul, The tender force withstand?
A27315	Cloris you sigh, what Amorous grown?
A27315	Cruel Maid — on Malice bent, Seest thou not my Languishment?
A27315	Cure then, thou mighty winged God, This restless Feaver in my Blood; One Golden- Pointed Dart take back: But which, O Cupid, wilt thou take?
A27315	For thee, thou great Britannia of our Land, How does thy Praise our tunefull Feet command?
A27315	For what heart- Ravisht Maid Dost thou thy Hair in order set, Thy Wanton Tresses Braid?
A27315	For who but a Divinitie, Could mingle Souls to that Degree?
A27315	For who well Love, that Loves one more?
A27315	For whom she feels her soft Inquietudes?
A27315	HOw strongly does my Passion flow, Divided equally''twixt two?
A27315	Has Strephon, Pithius, Hilus, more Of Youth, of Love, or Flocks a greater store?
A27315	He did but Kiss and Clasp me round, Whilst those his thoughts Exprest: And lay''d me gently on the Ground; Ah who can guess the rest?
A27315	His Bag- pipe into War- like Sounds, Must now Exchanged bee: Instead of Braceletts, fearful Wounds; Then what becomes of me?
A27315	How can thy active Feet be still, And hear the Bagpipes chearful Trill?
A27315	How careful to avoid the name Of Tenderness or Love?
A27315	How h 〈 … 〉 your neglect, Too mighty to be born?
A27315	How hast thou shewn the various sense of Love?
A27315	How have I strove to hide that flame You seem''d to dis- approve?
A27315	How many of her Sex spend half their days, To catch some Fool by managing a Face?
A27315	How much more happy are we Rural Maids, Who know no other Palaces than Shades?
A27315	How oft my Awe, and my Respect, Have fed your Pride and Scorn?
A27315	How oft new Vows of lasting Faith you swore, And''twixt your Kisses all the old run o''er?
A27315	I ask each Chrystal Spring, each murmuring Brook, Who saw my fair, or knows which way she took?
A27315	I ask the Eccho''s when they heard her Name?
A27315	I. OFT in my Iealous Transports I wou''d cry, Ye happy shades, ye happy Bow''rs, Why speaks she tenderer things to you than me?
A27315	If you the gentle Passions wou''d inspire, With what resistless Charms you breathe desire?
A27315	Is it to Love offence enough to dye?
A27315	Is this a Trick of Courts, can Ravishment Serve for a poor Evasion of Consent?
A27315	Is this the recompence at last, Of all the restless hours I''ve past?
A27315	Is this thy writing( c) Plays?
A27315	Is''t ev''n so?
A27315	MVst we eternal Martyrdom pursue?
A27315	MY LORD, WHO should one celibrate with Verse and Song, but the Great, the Noble and the Brave?
A27315	Mistaken Virgin, that which pleases me I can not by another tast and see; And what''s the complementing of the World to thee?
A27315	Must we still Love, and always suffer too?
A27315	Name me the Youth for whom she makes her Vows, For she has breath''d it oft amongst your listening Boughs?
A27315	Of LOVE I ask''d her name?
A27315	Oh happy Rival flowers, How vainly do I wish my Fate like that of Yours?
A27315	Oh hardy Maid by too much Love undone, Where are thy Modesty, and Blushes gone?
A27315	Oh whether are your Sighs and Kisses fled?
A27315	Or was it( his Almighty Pow''r to prove) Design''d a Quiver for the God of Love?
A27315	Or who the Duller Slaves that first believ''d?
A27315	Phillis, in vain you shed those Tears; VVhy do you blush?
A27315	SAY my fair Charmer, must I fall, A Victim to your Cruelty?
A27315	Say, lovely Youth, why wou''dst thou thus betray My easie Faith, and lead my heart astray?
A27315	Shall Cruelty a peevish Woman prove, Too strong to be overcome by Youth and Love?
A27315	Shee who late made the Amazons so Great, And shee who Conquered Scynthia too;( Which Alexander ne''re coud do) Will you permitt her to retreat?
A27315	Tell me by what pow''rful Spell You into this Confused Order fell?
A27315	Tell me for whom she languishes and sighs?
A27315	Tell me ye silent Groves, whose Gloom invites, The lovely Charmer to your Solitudes?
A27315	That did thy heavenly face so sweetly dress, That did thy wonderous Soul so well express?
A27315	Then unupbraided with my wrongs thou''dst been Safe in the Joys of the fair Grecian Queen: What Stars do rule the Great?
A27315	There''s none but your Amyntas hears: VVhat means this pretty Passion?
A27315	This faithless Ignis Fatuus of the Light?
A27315	To stay, what dear Excuses didst thou frame, And fansiedst Tempests when the Seas were calm?
A27315	VVhat will your duller honour signifie?
A27315	VVhere are those clasping Arms, That left me oft with Pleasures dead, VVith their Excess of Charms?
A27315	VVhere is that tender Rhetorick gone, That flow''d so softly in thy Eyes?
A27315	VVhere is the Killing Language of thy Tongue, That did the Ravisht Soul surprize?
A27315	VVhy should so much of Hell with so much Heaven joyn?
A27315	WHat doleful crys are these that fright my sence, Sad as the Groans of dying Innocence?
A27315	WHat mean those Amorous Curles of Jet?
A27315	WHat means this Knot, in Mystick Order Ty''d, And which no Humane Knowledge can divide?
A27315	Was Summer then so long a coming on, That you must make an Artificial one?
A27315	What God, our Love industrious to prevent, Curst thee with power, and ruin''d my Content?
A27315	What Passions does your Poetry impart?
A27315	What cry''d he —( sweetly Angry) shall a Face Arm''d with the weak resistance of a Frown, Force us to lay our Claims and Titles down?
A27315	What d''ye do?
A27315	What hardy Fool first taught thee to the Crowd?
A27315	What joys, new Worlds of joys has he possest, That gain''d the sought- for welcome of your Breast?
A27315	What new variety of hopes and fears?
A27315	What suddain fits of Smiles and Tears?
A27315	When from so many ways Loves Arrows storm, Who can the heedless Heart defend from harm?
A27315	Where can we see, Beauty and Knowledge join''d except in thee?
A27315	Where lives the Mighty Princess Hope?
A27315	Where wert thou born?
A27315	Where''s all that Virtue made thee so Ador''d?
A27315	Who but the Learned and dull moral Fool Could gravely have forseen, man ought to live by Rule?
A27315	Who can the Nymph''s Confusion guess?
A27315	Why Sighs she( opening Buds) her Secrets all Into your fragrant Leaves?
A27315	Why does she Smile, carress and praise your Flowers?
A27315	Why does she to her Aid your sweetness call, Yet take less from you than she gives?
A27315	Why dost thou follow this Phantastick spright?
A27315	Why dost thou sometimes my Soul imploy With Prospects of approaching Ioy?
A27315	Why on your Beds must you be happy made, And be together with Aminta laid?
A27315	Why then for Helen dost thou me forsake?
A27315	With what great influence do thy Verses move?
A27315	Would you know what Wit doth mean, Pleasant wit yet not obscene, The several garbs that Humours wear, The dull, the brisk, the jealous, the severe?
A27315	Ye Gods, he often cry''d, Why did your Powers design In Silvia so much Pride, Such Falshood to beside ▪ With Beauty so Divine?
A27315	all fled away?
A27315	and who amongst Men can lay a better claim to these than Your Lordship?
A27315	can I live and this believe?
A27315	from what didst thou begin?
A27315	have you Beheld this dying Youth, and never found, A pity for a Heart so true?
A27315	should be abus''d?
A27315	what a killing fear Did over all my shivering Limbs appear?
A27315	what can mean that eager Joy Transports my Heart when you appear?
A27315	where dedicate an Isle of Love, but to the Gay, the Soft and Young?
A27315	who e''er so sweetly could repeat Soft lays of Love, and youths delightfull heat?
A27315	who thought thy Wit An Interlude of Whoring would admit?
A27315	who will make Return?
A16884	* O who shall show the countenance and gestures Of mercy and iustice?
A16884	* Who holdeth league with Neptune and the winde?
A16884	A golden treasure is the ● ried friend, But who may gold from counterfeits defend?
A16884	A new disease?
A16884	A weeping eye, a wailing face be faire?
A16884	And do those men in golden chrones repose, Whose merits they to glorifie do choose?
A16884	Are thy mishaps forepast?
A16884	Bewtie it selfe doth of it selfe perswade The eyes of men, without an Orator?
A16884	But what saith honour?
A16884	But who those ruddy lips can misse?
A16884	Did not he all create To die againe?
A16884	Doth euery Chaunce foreshew, or cause some other?
A16884	Doth sorrow fret thy soule?
A16884	Griefes breathing poynt, the true man to desire, The rest in sighes, the very thoughts repose, As thou art milde, oh wert thou not a lier?
A16884	H. C. What length of verse braue Mopsus good to show?
A16884	Hast thou bene happie once?
A16884	How deare is mercie hauing power and will, When pittie helpes where equitie doth kill?
A16884	How oft haue watching pollicie deuizde A cunning clause which hath himselfe surprizde?
A16884	How often hath leaud fraud bene set a flore Of purpose that his goods might cut his throte?
A16884	I loue to take great paine: Why wings?
A16884	I marke each fortunes rare: This bridle what?
A16884	I teach aboue the starres to flie: Why treade you death?
A16884	If Loue compelled be and can not chuse, How can it gratefull or thanke worthy proue?
A16884	In whose high brest may Iustice build her bower When Princes hearts wide open lye to wrong?
A16884	Is the braue Normans courage now forgot?
A16884	Is''t not gods deed what euer thing is done, In heauen and earth?
A16884	Like flouds in sommer, or flowing springs in the winter, So man consumeth: No trust or firmenesse in life, that flies like a shadow?
A16884	Loe Colin here the place whose pleasant sight From other shades hath weand my wandring minde: Tell me what wanteth here to worke delight?
A16884	M. of M. What plague is greater then the griefe of minde?
A16884	M. of M. — Oh who can tell The hidden power of hearbes, and might of magicke skill?
A16884	Must men beguile our soules to win our wills, And make our zeale the furtherer of ills?
A16884	O Beautie that betraies thy selfe to euery amorous eie, To trap thy proud professors, what is it but wantons trie?
A16884	O Beautie, how attractiue is thy power?
A16884	O Hope, how cunning with our cares to gloze?
A16884	O had Felicitie feeling of woe?
A16884	O hatefull hellish snake what furie first Broughr thee from balefull house of Proserpine?
A16884	O how can bewtie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue auenging wrong?
A16884	O liberty how much is that man blest, Whose happie fortunes do his fa ● es areede, That for deserts reioyces to be freede?
A16884	O peerlesse Poesie, where is then thy place?
A16884	O what is Bewtie if it be not seene?
A16884	Opinion how dost thou molest Th''affected mind of restless man?
A16884	Or breake the chaine of strong necessitie?
A16884	Or could abstaine from what diseases breede?
A16884	Or could on meane but moderately feede?
A16884	Or do the Piccards let the Crosbowes lie?
A16884	Or ending of it selfe, extend no further?
A16884	Or how may that hath not end, be vndone?
A16884	Or the bold Britons lost the vse of shot?
A16884	Or weene by warning to auoid his Fate?
A16884	Or weene by warning to auoyd his fate?
A16884	Or whereunto art thou bent sutable?
A16884	Or who so olde that womens Bewtie moues not?
A16884	Or would looke downe the way that he must goe?
A16884	S. I. H. — What can so secret bee, But out of it will when we do least suspect?
A16884	So ample eares that neuer good newes kowes Is it not ill that such a beast want hotnes?
A16884	The big bon''d Almains and stout Brabanters?
A16884	Then are the valiant who more vaine, then cowardes who more wise, Not men that trauell Pegasus, but fortunes fooles do rise?
A16884	Then how can he a perfect states man proue, That knowes not how celestiall bodies moue?
A16884	Then why should we dispaire?
A16884	Thither let Phoebus progenie resort, Where shines their father, but in Ioues great Court?
A16884	Thus shrewdly burdned thē, how can my Muse escape?
A16884	To stop the wound before to death it bleede?
A16884	VVhat tongue can her perfections tell ● n whose each part all pennes may dwell?
A16884	Vertue, in price, whom auncient sages had: Why poorely clad?
A16884	Vessels of brasse, oft handled brightly shine, What difference betweene the richest mine And basest earth, but vse?
A16884	What Saint is that who doth not sinne sometime?
A16884	What better emperor can the body hold, Then sacred Hope?
A16884	What can be said that Louers can not say?
A16884	What difference twixt man and beast is left, When th''heauenly light of knowledge is put out, And the ornaments of wisedome are bereft?
A16884	What doth make men without the parts of men, Or in their manhoods lesse then children But manlesse natures?
A16884	What doth remaine to man that can continue long?
A16884	What good is like to this?
A16884	What man can turne the streame of Destenie?
A16884	What man is he that boasts of fleshly might, And vaine assurance of mortalitie?
A16884	What may not mischiefe of mad man abuse?
A16884	What needeth then Apollogies be made, To set forth that which is so singular?
A16884	What one art thou thus in torne weede yclad?
A16884	What reason mou''d the golden Augustine To name our Poetrie vaine errors wine?
A16884	What should we thinke of signes?
A16884	What state of life more pleasant can we finde, Then these that true and heartie loue do beare?
A16884	What sun cāshine so cleare, but clouds may rise amōg?
A16884	What then alas is man That so presumeth?
A16884	What though our sinnes go braue and better clad?
A16884	What though some frowne?
A16884	What was the world before the world?
A16884	What we behold is censured by the eyes, Where both deliberate the loue is slight: Who euer lou''d, that lou''d not at first sight?
A16884	What wight on earth can voyd of fault be found?
A16884	What?
A16884	When as the Sun forsakes his christall spheare, How darke and vgly is the gloomy skie?
A16884	Where hearts be knit, what helpes if not in ioy?
A16884	Which all so soone as it doth come to fight, Against spirituall foes, yeelds by and by, Or from the field most cowardly doth flye?
A16884	Which fast is tide to Iones eternall seate?
A16884	Who be these here, the Duke demaunds his guide?
A16884	Who then can striue with strong necessitie, That holds the world in his still chaunging state?
A16884	Why should our pride make such a stirre to bee, To be forgot?
A16884	Why?
A16884	Yea, who would thinke of this fel enmities?
A16884	Yet were there not such Vegetalls the while, What had the wiser sort whereat to smile?
A16884	can vntressed locks, can torne rent haire?
A16884	dispaire?
A16884	for fading goods past care: Why double fac''d?
A16884	is there loue In the heauenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their euils moue?
A16884	mindes rages to restraine: VVhy beare you tooles?
A16884	they are but haps, How may they then be signes of after- claps?
A16884	what be women?
A16884	ô blisse too late: But hast thou blisse in youth?
A16884	ô direfull spirit, Doth pleasure feed thy heart?
A16884	ô happie than: Or hast thou blisse in eld?
A16884	— Bewtie is womans golden crowne, Mans conqueresse and feminine renowne: ● ot ioind with loue, who deare yet euer sold it?
A16884	— Is there care in heauen?
A16884	— What els is forme, but fading aire?
A16884	— What so strong, But wanting rest, will also want of might?
A16884	— Who can deceiue his destenie?
A16884	— Who can deceiue his destinie?
A16884	— Who so young that loues not?
A61486	( sweetest) I should be proud, To lend thee mine, as Conduits to this Cloud?
A61486	A Cannon said I?
A61486	A Le ● t two Fridays hath, both dy''d in blood, Ah me( swe ● t Miles) the bad forestalls the good: And yet, please you?
A61486	A Royal Mess, what Herr ● ngs p ● ay were they?
A61486	A bunch- backt Camel, or a ragged Staff, An object cou''d not make me love, but laugh?
A61486	A love shall last, and all esteem surmount, When Pearls like Pebles turn to no account, Nor brings it Civet; what alas, is that?
A61486	ANd wou''d not that imperious Clora come?
A61486	ARe there such Arts, as Scholars liberal call?
A61486	And are you angry that I do not draw?
A61486	And as resolv''d, and unresolv''d at once, I am dilemma''d, whether it should live, or dye; I that am Judg dread my own sentence, if I condemn it?
A61486	And in each face, if I so please?
A61486	And make Immortal that which can not dye?
A61486	And, if she still her wonted troth retain?
A61486	And, when will that be?
A61486	And, which a Contradiction doth imply, Because they get a Largess they must cry; Cry with a Pox?
A61486	Are these the Chair- women to sweep the Rome?
A61486	Are they so chidish grown?
A61486	As to his quality he doubly owes; But which, to Birth, or Breeding more, who knows?
A61486	BUt are the Hogan Mogan grown so tame, The Belgick Lyon made the Womans game?
A61486	BUt now, to pump our Posthume Elegies?
A61486	But could there be, or did my Friends divine, No Merc''rie carv''d one of this block of mine?
A61486	But how must Bacon now recruit this Lent?
A61486	But it had been, had he been wise to hear?
A61486	But some have troubled at his passion been, Why shou''d they so?
A61486	But who wou''d at a Hedg bird spend his shot, Or fire a Canon at a Cockle- boat?
A61486	But you have three, or else you tell a lie, Do they like Hydra''s heads pray multiply?
A61486	But, how now Landlord?
A61486	But, if against my will, thou wilt be mine?
A61486	But, if to hide deformity?
A61486	But, if your Master shall in fault appear?
A61486	By twy- light, Day is neither Day nor Night; What then?
A61486	Could nothing intercept thy running on, Must every house have an Ucaligon?
A61486	Couldst thou devour poor Widows houses too, And not have so much as pretence to shew?
A61486	Did they so bitter Root, my You ● h deter, Bi ● ter?
A61486	FVdle, why so?
A61486	For Gold and Silver, Brass and Pewter, Iron, A Mine of each seems the whole house t''environ, Latin and Lead, and what not?
A61486	For want of shadows, make a Mask of Light?
A61486	Forsaken?
A61486	From Sun to Sun, are the set- times of Pay, But you should have been up by break of Day: Yet, if you had?
A61486	HOw many Coronets of Daffodillies?
A61486	Had you but kept the Watch we''l, I suppose,''T was no hard thing to know how the Day goes?
A61486	Has she so much, or else so little grace, She dare not look an honest Man i''th''face?
A61486	Have you a mind, Sir, to arrest the Day?
A61486	He babbles like a Bruit, and by, and by; He takes the Bride, and goes to multiply: The Bride?
A61486	He cou''d be angry; and who lives but can?
A61486	He is an Olivarian, and no wonder, His precious looks, what are they else but plunder?
A61486	He is the Soul,( if Wood has such a thing?)
A61486	Her Tongue, indeed, is tun''d with blish, Who wou''d not such a Consort wish?
A61486	Here we a Deity unknown adore, And dig for Silver bury''d in its Ore, Why should''st load a fruitful face with soil?
A61486	How should he catch a Fox?
A61486	However, Sir, deigne it acceptance, may be I have told You the worst, if nothing else prevailes?
A61486	I know in Norwich, What a pox, wou''d ye have him drunk with porridg?
A61486	I might a thousand knacks repeat, What could I name, but you would eat?
A61486	I recall it, No; Me thinks I rather to a Temple go, Where the great Room( and who would judg it less?)
A61486	If Husbands thus be under hatches pent?
A61486	If Philip King of Spain did once call h ● s Invincible, what wou''d he think of this?
A61486	If Women thus break the Republick pate?
A61486	If any possibility appear?
A61486	If shame with held her?
A61486	If so?
A61486	If that be so?
A61486	If they the Flags undoubted Right deny Us?
A61486	If you have Ten?
A61486	If, as to these, you ignorance confess, How dares your rudeness then attach my dress?
A61486	In softest skins my tender hands I case, And wou''d you have me weather- beat my face?
A61486	Is it of Wealth they are so proud become?
A61486	Is this your Sack?
A61486	Must we still Phaenix like from Ashes grow?
A61486	Nay, such a dose he to his Temples gave, That, if he wou''d?
A61486	No more, my Muse, for if our noise increase, His very dust will bind us to the peace: Wouldst thou revive his happy Memory?
A61486	No wanton, nor no gadder; This was a course so curs''d, so sad; That, if indeed she had been mad?
A61486	No, no, he has a debtor; That is an offended Wife, Will requite him to the life; And who can do it better?
A61486	Nor dost thou patch, but botch; why dost not send And draw the hole up with a Cobler''s End?
A61486	Of purer Roses, and of Paphian Lillies, Wove thy false hope, for her thou thought''st thine own, When Fate was wreathing Willows for thy Crown?
A61486	One house( fierce Fire) had been to large a share, Must those that struck thee not have neighbors sare?
A61486	Or didst design the Hamlets to undo, To make the Suburbs, like the City, new?
A61486	Or thus read the distinction, if you please?
A61486	Or, hadst thou envy''d me that happy sight?
A61486	Or, if thou hadst resolv''d, not to be seen?
A61486	Or, why the Stars, that of themsleves are bright?
A61486	Put off your passion, pray; true,''t is a Summe: But don''t you know that a Pay- day will come?
A61486	ROb''d of our Rights?
A61486	Run you not into private holes, To break your Fast with Salf, and Coals?
A61486	STeal, didst thou think?
A61486	Say I am to a state of Marriage come, Do I not well to keep my Face at home?
A61486	Say Mother piteous, do you not For Oatmeal, rob the Porridg- pot?
A61486	Say( my Lucinda) for what discontent, Keep thy all Rosie cheeks so strict a Lent?
A61486	Say, have ye not in Temples seen The Po ● rtraict of a Cherubin?
A61486	Say, is thy face, which thou dost thus disguise, In mourning for the Murders of thine eyes?
A61486	Shall thus the froward Frowes with Basting ladle, Unstate the States out of the stately Sadle?
A61486	Shrubs are beneath the Wind, had I an Oke, Or some tall Cedar, did my Rage provoke?
A61486	So while I to my sute addict her, I pray with Papists to a Picture; Do ye not see how meager death, Seems through her Organs to steal breath?
A61486	Some to the place, suspicious of their Right, As if they meant to steal it?
A61486	THe Citizan turn''d Gentleman?
A61486	THis is a wonder, Drawer, score it up; A Sparrow taking of a chirping Cup?
A61486	The North- pole Doctor feels her Pulse to be As feeble now, as her Authoritie: Whose constitution sometimes since so good, Had she been temperate?
A61486	These his six Livings are, but he does say, Had he but seven, H''ad one for the Lord''s Day?
A61486	They ask the word?
A61486	Three Meteors rather, if they were three Suns?
A61486	To burn thy Altars, and thy Temples too?
A61486	To what a daring height will that Sex grow, If Lords, like Infants, must be swaddel''d so?
A61486	VVas ever Tyrant yet so senseless seen, Like thee, to blow up his own Megazin?
A61486	VVhat need we then care for such Wives?
A61486	VVho can but pitty what the whole destroyes?
A61486	VVhose better half so bravely led the way?
A61486	VVhy dost thou finger''t so?
A61486	VVouldst thou with Phaeton once more aspire To heaven, and set the world again on Fire?
A61486	WAs this the Lobster that you meant her pray?
A61486	Was it not time to quit that batter''d Fort, Where very Pimple was a Sally- port?
A61486	Was this the way think you to tame a shrow?
A61486	Was this to give your Wife a chearly dose, To carry her abroad to keep her close?
A61486	Well, thou that brok''st the match, thou best deservest, For legs and arms are in request in harvest; Had you been ma ● m''d?
A61486	What can I further add?
A61486	What if her Womb were in her wishes crost?
A61486	What is he?
A61486	What shall I say?
A61486	What then adds this to me?
A61486	What then may we expect, when time Has ripen''d her into her prime?
A61486	What then to her do ye intend to do?
A61486	What then?
A61486	What, ca n''t you sleep, you do so long for Day?
A61486	What, is the Stathouse then turn''d School?
A61486	When thy transcendant Arch I''m passing through, Me thinks in Tryumph I to Tavern go: To Tavern said?
A61486	Where are the pledges of this hot contest?
A61486	Why did I write it?
A61486	Why didst not blind me with redundant light?
A61486	Why hast thou like a fool, thy Mony spent, To make that pocky blot ● h a Persian Tent?
A61486	Why should the fair pursue the smoke?
A61486	Why should thy eye, and spirit be so narrow?
A61486	Why, Landlord, Is the Quarter out I pray; That you keep such a quarter for the Day?
A61486	Why?
A61486	With these high towring Masts our Muse begins, And, where such Sign- posts are, what are the Inns?
A61486	Wou''d these be thought the Soveraigns of the Seas Lords, thus Bear- garden''d with Mal- Cut- purses?
A61486	Yea thou art she, that hád''st thou power to do''e, Woudst tear in twain our Saviours seamless Coat?
A61486	You say it covers both, my Cheeks and Chin, And tell me, pray Sir, are not they a kin?
A61486	You say you know me not, what then?
A61486	[ 5] Did ever''Pothecary think, To Cure her with such Diet- drink?
A61486	[ 7] Is this the way to tame a shrow?
A61486	[ 8] Was this the way he did intend, The manners of his Wife to mend?
A61486	and by such Water- rats?
A61486	and such a one as she?
A61486	bring such paultry Porte ● s wash to me?
A61486	did ever Deity do so?
A61486	if the Pipe was out of tune?
A61486	in such a case, Is not a Cook allow''d a little sauce?
A61486	so dead i''th Nest, They must again by Women be undrest?
A61486	sometimes such Planets intervene) But for her Mother, had a Mother been ▪ Where then is conscience?
A61486	then pray, Why should the Sparrow to his Ruine play?
A61486	what then?
A61486	what''s the matter pray?
A61486	where am I?
A61486	whither''s Levi fled, That Law and Gospel are abolished?
A52865	''Cause her Fortunes seem too high, Should I play the fool and die?
A52865	A Curse upon thee for a slave, Art thou here, and heardst me rave?
A52865	A widow that''s poor, And a very very whore, To an Heir that wants nothing but wit?
A52865	ALL in vain, Turn again, Why should I love her?
A52865	ALas poor Cupid art thou blind?
A52865	Alas poor Cupid, art thou blind?
A52865	Am I not all foam and fire?
A52865	And let us but reflect On our condition''tother day, When none but Tyrants bore the sway, What did we then expect?
A52865	Any Silk, any Thread, Any Toys for your head, Of the new''st, and fin''st, fin''st wear- a?
A52865	Are we to learn what is a Court?
A52865	Art thou not sensible how thou hast made me become a scorn and by- word to all that know me?
A52865	At the Crowning of our King, Thus we ever dance and sing, Wher''e''s the Nat''on lives so free, And so merry as do we?
A52865	BY Heaven I''le tell her boldly that''t is she, Why ● ● ● uld she asham''d or angry be, That she''s belov''d by me?
A52865	Be not thou so foolish nice, As to be invited twice; VVhat should women more incite, Than their own sweet appetite?
A52865	But if your Palms are anointed with gold Then you shall seem Like a Queen Of fifteen, Though you are threescore year old?
A52865	But prithee Celia, what design Led thy fair hands unto my bre ● t, Was it a love to thine own shrine, Or pity to a thing opprest?
A52865	But shee''s a whore, yet sure I lie, May there not be degrees of chastity?
A52865	But who did thus your heart surprize?
A52865	But yet I fear my Ienny''s face, VVill cause more men to woo, Which I shall take for a disgrace, But what''s that to you?
A52865	CAst our Caps and Care away, This is Beggars Holiday, In the world look out and see, Where''s so happy a King as he?
A52865	Can Kings command then more than we, Who of all Laws Commanders be?
A52865	Can nothing bribe thee, can no charms, Force thee from thy Tython''s Arms?
A52865	Can you think me so weak, as to exchange the Flower of my Youth, for a bundle of Snow, or rotten Dirt?
A52865	Canst not thy bow and Arrows find?
A52865	Compell''d to love by parts divine, I follow them whom Angels tend, Then tell me, can my love decline Whose lowest object do''s ascend?
A52865	Do you hold intelligence with heaven?
A52865	Do''s my love thy love destroy?
A52865	Dost thou not know the world brands thee for a Whore, a notorious Strumpet?
A52865	E''re old Saturn chang''d his throne, Freedom reign''d and banisht strife, Where was he that knew his own, Or who call''d a woman wife?
A52865	Evening I Am the Ev''ning dark as night, Jack- with- the- lanthorn, bring a light, Iack Whither?
A52865	FAir Mistriss I would gladly know, What thing it is you cherish so, What instrument and from whence bred, Is that you call a Maiden- head?
A52865	FOnd love, what dost thou mean, To court an idle folly?
A52865	Fairest Lady, WHat can there be to compose an accomplished minde, that you want?
A52865	Fie ô Hymen, fie ô Hymen, fie ô Hymen, What hands and what hearts dost thou knit?
A52865	Fly not sparkles from mine eye, To shew my indignation nigh?
A52865	Friends, why do ye chide, And stern my drinking tide?
A52865	From you came?
A52865	GOod Simon, how comes it your Nose looks so red, And your cheeks, and lips, look so pale?
A52865	HAste sluggish morn, why dost thou stay, This is Venus Holiday?
A52865	HAve you any work for the Sow- gelder, ho?
A52865	HOw long shall I pine for love?
A52865	HOw merrily looks The man that hath Gold; He seemeth but twenty, Though threescore year old?
A52865	Hast thou no sense of thy own filthy deformity?
A52865	Have I not lov ● d thee much and long, A tedious twelve hours space?
A52865	Have you any Brauches to spade, Or e''re a fair Maid, That would be a Nun?
A52865	Have you any Lambs in your holts, To cut for the stone?
A52865	Have you not seen the Stars retreat, When Sol salutes our Hemisphere?
A52865	Her Kerchief was of holland clear Bound low upon her brow, I se whisper''d something in h ● r ear, ● ut what''s that to you?
A52865	How begot?
A52865	How did I spend my time in making Encomiums upon thy Beauty, Vertues, and thy Person that I once so much admired?
A52865	How long like the Turtle- Dove, Shall I heavily thus complain?
A52865	How long shall I sue in vain?
A52865	I Courted a Lass, my folly Was the cause of her disdaining, I courted her thus; What shall I Sweet Dolly, d ● for thy dear loves obtaining?
A52865	I have too much, And yet my folly''s such, I can not hold but must have t''other touch; Here''s a health to the King; How now?
A52865	Ienny daintily could mow, But what''s that to you?
A52865	In love, with what?
A52865	In these unbridled times, who would not strive To free his neck from all prerogative?
A52865	Is it a spirit, or the treasure Lovers loose in height of pleasure?
A52865	Is she kinde, as she is fair?
A52865	Lady, it is you that I adore, and can you then imagine I would injure you, you that I would gladly make my own, and be proud of such a Purchase?
A52865	Madam, Can you be so unjust as to deem my language feigned?
A52865	Madam, What crime of mine hath raised your angry frowns?
A52865	May I finde a woman kinde, And not wavering like the winde?
A52865	May I finde a woman rich, And not of too high a pitch; If that pride should cause disdain, Tell me, Lover, where''s thy gain?
A52865	My Horn goes too high, too low, Have you any Pigs, Calves, or Colts?
A52865	No no, what means that wanton smile, But, onely to beguile?
A52865	Now a beard is a thing, That commands in a King, Be his Scepter ne''r so fair?
A52865	OH Anis quoth he, well Thomas quoth she, What wouldst thou say man unto me?
A52865	OH Chloris, would the Gods allow We e''re might love as we love now, What greater Joys hath earth in store?
A52865	Oh let this woful life expire, Why should I wish Evadne''s fire, Sad Portia''s Doals, or Lucrece Knife, To rid me of a loathed life?
A52865	One Kiss more, and so farewel, Fie, no more, I prethee fool give o''re, Why cloudst thou thus thy beams?
A52865	Or Heav''n it self, to give us more?
A52865	Or can you divine, or dive into the hidden mysteries, or secret cabinet of a Deity?
A52865	Or can you imagine I can fear Death it self, when I am inspired by the thoughts of you?
A52865	Or my cheeks make pale with care,''Cause anothers Rosie are?
A52865	Or that those eyes, Which look like friends, are onely spies?
A52865	PHillis I pray, Why did you say, That I did not adore you?
A52865	SHall I lie wasting in despair, Die because a womans fair?
A52865	STrephon, what envious cloud hath made All o''re thy face this sullen shade?
A52865	See, see, already Charons Boat, Who grimly asks why all this stay?
A52865	Shall my foolish heart be pin''d,''Cause I see a woman kinde, Or a well disposed Nature, Joyned in a comely feature?
A52865	Shall salvage things more freedom have, Than Nature unto woman gave?
A52865	Shall the grifts of my hope be unground?
A52865	Shall the sails of my love stand still?
A52865	Shall thy black barque those guilty spirits stow, That kill themselves for love?
A52865	Shall time release him, say?
A52865	Since these are so merry, why should we take care?
A52865	Sir, How have my actions rendred me suspected?
A52865	Song 116. WHo is Silvia?
A52865	Stain to thy Sex, HAth modesty now forsook thee, that thou durst abuse that affection, that adored thee?
A52865	Still do I cry,& c. Come buy, come buy a Horn- book, Who buys my Pins or Needles?
A52865	Suspitious Sir, WHat occasion have I given you to retain any evil or doubtful thoughts of my love or modesty?
A52865	TEll me gentle S ● rephon, why You from my embraces fly?
A52865	TEll me no more you love, in vain Fair Celia, you this passion feign; Can those pretend to love, that do Refuse what love perswades us too?
A52865	TEll me, where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
A52865	THy love is cha ● te, they tell thee so, But how young Souldier shalt thou know?
A52865	That all our Swains commend her?
A52865	The Mayor of the Towu with his Ruff on, What a pox is he better than we?
A52865	The Sun sets alway in the West, Is not the Popes Religion b ● st?
A52865	Then pray be not so fond, Think you that women can, Rest satisfy''d with Complements, The froathy part of man?
A52865	Then why should we study to love, and look pale, And make long Addresses to what will grow stale?
A52865	They minde not poor Lovers who walk above On the decks of the world, in storms of love?
A52865	This Soldier loves, and fain would die to win, Shall he go on?
A52865	Vngrateful man, HAth my love to you deserved no better than your scorns?
A52865	WAke all ye dead, what Ho, what Ho; How soundly they sleep whose pillars lie low?
A52865	WHat creatures on earth, Can boast freer mirth, Less envy''d and loved than we?
A52865	WHat shall he have that kill''d the Deer?
A52865	WHy should I not dally( my Dear) in thine eye, And chase the dull hours away?
A52865	WHy should onely Man be ty''d To a foolish female thing, When all Creatures else beside, Birds and Beasts change every Spring?
A52865	WHy should we not laugh and be jolly, Since all the world is mad?
A52865	WHy shouldst thou swear I am forsworn, Since thine I vow''d to be?
A52865	Wedded to Virginity?
A52865	What Lovers pass, and in Elizium raign?
A52865	What i st I would not do To purchase one sweet smile?
A52865	What is she?
A52865	What mean you by this Riddle Sir, she said, I pray expound it: Then I thus began, Are not men made for Maids, and Maids for men?
A52865	What pray then can a King have more, Than one that doth provide his store?
A52865	What''s he that having such a wife, That on her would not dote?
A52865	When Age shall come, at whose command Those Troops of Beauty''s must disband: A Tyrants strength once took away, What slave''s so dull as to obey?
A52865	Whither?
A52865	Whither?
A52865	Who calls the Ferry- man of Hell?
A52865	Who is it would to one be bound, When so many may be found?
A52865	Who was it?
A52865	Who would not this face admire, Who would not this Saint adore?
A52865	Who would not this sight desire, Though he thought to see no more?
A52865	Who would the ● to one be bound, When so many may be found?
A52865	Who would then to one be bound, When so many may be found?
A52865	Who would then to one be bound, When so many may be found?
A52865	Who would then to one bound, When so many may be found?
A52865	Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep Time to my tears, whilst I do weep; Can you have sense, or do you prove, What crucifixions are in love?
A52865	Why should I Thither fly, And not enjoy her?
A52865	Why should I my self confine To the limits of one place, When I have all Europe mine, Where I list to run my race?
A52865	Why should we then dote on, One with a fools Coat on, Whose Coffers are cram''d, Yet he will be damn''d E''re he''l do a good act, or a wise one?
A52865	Why then should we study to love and look pale, And make long Addresses, but never prevail?
A52865	Why then should we study to love, and look pale, And make long Addresses to what will grow stale?
A52865	Why then should we study to love, and looke pale, And make long Addresses to what will grow stale?
A52865	Wicked and wretched Woman, HAst thou forgot all goodness, that thou da ● est lift up thy adulterous eyes to behold the Christal light?
A52865	Will you buy any Tape, Or Lace for your Cape, My dainty Duck, my Dear- a?
A52865	Worthy Lady, CAn you think I can live, and want your love?
A52865	Would you believe that there can rest Deceit within that brest?
A52865	Would you think him wise that now Still one sort of meat doth eat, When both Sea and Land allow Sundry sorts of other meat?
A52865	how nourished?
A52865	love will quench those flames; Do you fear I may be guilty of extravagancies, love will teach me to be solid; Are you afraid of want?
A52865	why came she thither?
A52865	why do you not keep A watch upon your Ministers of fate?
A52865	wilt thou forget the Vertuous Wife of thy bosome, for a Strumpet that is not onely disloyal, but impudent?
A30923	''T is wretched sure to be a Pow''r Divine; And not the Ioys of happy Lovers know: Wou''dst thou, my Dearest, be an Angel now?
A30923	ART thou then absent, O thou dear And only Subject of my Flame?
A30923	Ah, foolish Swain, what ● renzy haunts thy mind?
A30923	Ah, whither from a wretched Lover run?
A30923	Ah, why would''st thou assist my Enemy, Who was himself almost too strong for me?
A30923	Am I deluded?
A30923	And is it not the very same with me, To slight my Love, when I must absent be?
A30923	And is this truly so?
A30923	And must I dye?
A30923	And now, alas, what can she doe, Or speak or shew, How very much she is oblig''d to you?
A30923	And shall my injur''d Soul stand Mute, and live, Whilst that another reaps what she can give?
A30923	And since kind Fate has giv''n me such a Lott, Think you I''ll hazard what''s so hardly got?
A30923	Are these fair Objects that appear But shadows of that noble frame, For which I do all other form disclaim?
A30923	As soon as born, why did''st thou not give order To be proclaim''d the World''s great Emperour?
A30923	But found the task too great for my weak Quill, For who is he that artfully can tell?
A30923	But what do''s most your Poetry commend?
A30923	But whither is he gone?
A30923	But who''d not therefore Blessed Michael be,''Cause Devils are Angels too as well as he?
A30923	Call ye me this the breeding of the Town, Which my young Master bragg''d when he came down?
A30923	Can Wedlock e''er endure so great a Curse, As putting Husbands out to th''Wife to Nurse?
A30923	Can any happiness compare with mine?
A30923	Can you a faithfull Shepherd see, Who languishes in pain, And yet so cruel- hearted be, To let him sue in vain?
A30923	Canst thou no ease, no moderation ● ind?
A30923	Did I for this forsake my Country Ease, My Liberty, my Bacon, Beans, and Pease?
A30923	Did I not Vow by all the Pow''rs above, None but Galaecia shou''d but obtain my Love?
A30923	Did we for this knock off their Spanish Fetters, To make''em able to abuse their Betters?
A30923	Do''s Love alone a cruel Master prove?
A30923	FOnte Caballino Ianam cùm cerno lavatam, An Sappho est, inquam, quae rediviva canit?
A30923	For who can evidence but that may be No meer privation, but an Enemy?
A30923	For why should Gutter swallow all up, When many a dry Soul wish''d a gullup?
A30923	Gray hairs are fitter for the Grave, Than for the Bridal Bed; What pleasure can a Lover have, In a wither''d Maiden- head?
A30923	Have Dreams such power to deceive?
A30923	How from thy Omnipresence can he hide, Since ev''ry- where thy Spirit do''s reside?
A30923	How gladly wou''d he act them o''er again?
A30923	How ioyfully ● he heav''nly Host above, Proclaim to Man, glad tydings of thy Love?
A30923	How long in mournful Silence has my Sighs Bemoan''d thy Absence?
A30923	How shall the slaves to Labour born, and Toil, When Your kind Person shall refresh the Isle, Wonder with joy to see each other smile?
A30923	How soft will be his strain, When he shall find His own strange Story acted o''er again?
A30923	How well are all your Hero''s toyls and fights, His long laborious Days, and restless Nights, Re- paid with Glory by your charming Pen?
A30923	How will you now your Passions vent, To her you long your Heart have lent?
A30923	I know not where to end this happy Theam; But is it real?
A30923	I''d rather fall to Foes a noble prey, Than squeek my Soul out under Lock and Key ● What''s this?
A30923	I. ALas, why mad''st thou such a Vow, Which thou wilt never pay, And promise that from very now, Till everlasting day?
A30923	If envious Fate must strike the Heart, My better part, Why shou''d this liveless lump of Clay Delay To mount the Skies to follow thee away?
A30923	If large, who wou''d not rowl in what he loves?
A30923	Is God so kind, so mercifull a God, So soon to cast away his angry Rod?
A30923	Is he alone?
A30923	Is it of Wealth so proud they are become?
A30923	Is there no end of the hard Tasks of Love?
A30923	Is this an Argument,''cause Beggars Eat, Therefore you''ll fast, and go without your Meat?
A30923	Is this the much- fam''d Friend to th''Muses, Who thus their Helicon abuses?
A30923	Is this the recompence which you intend Now to bestow on your so early Friend?
A30923	M. But how shall we of this assured be?
A30923	M. How so, we pray?
A30923	Minerva''s easie, while her Garment flows, Dress her in Armour, and how stiff she goes?
A30923	Must sighs& sorrow still distract my Mind?
A30923	NO more, he''s gone, with Angel''s Wings he fled, What Mortal Art cou''d keep him from the Dead?
A30923	No Gresham Engine my lean Corps to squeese?
A30923	No Owl, no Cat, to end my wofull days?
A30923	Now He''s in Grave, I will be brave, The Ladies shall adore me; I''ll Court and Kiss, what hurt''s in this?
A30923	Or cam''st not vailed in an Angel''s Shrine, Or took the Nature of a Seraphin?
A30923	Or else to instance in their proper sphere, Pale and corrupted Wine turns Vinegar, Will they beyond it therefore praise small Beer?
A30923	Or has a real Love usurp''d thy Breast?
A30923	Or hatch such treachery to undermine The best of Kings on Earth, nay pull him down From his own Regal and Establish''d Throne?
A30923	Or is thy Face, which thou do''st thus disguise, In Mourning for the Murthers of thine Eyes?
A30923	Say, my Clarinda, for what Discontent, Keep thy all Rosie Cheeks so strict a Lent?
A30923	See how yon Vine untrim''d neglected lyes; What wilt thou ne''er repent?
A30923	Shall I but name the other charming Bliss, That wou''d conveigh our Souls to Paradise?
A30923	Shall I, with fruitless cries, disturb my Lambs, Or, with my quer''lous groans, a ● ● right their Dams?
A30923	Shall a true Diamond of less value be, Because abroad some Counterfeits we see?
A30923	Stay here, my Muse, and of these let us learn, The loss of our deceased Friend to Mourn: Learn did I say?
A30923	TO tune thy praise, what Muse shall I invoke, what Quire?
A30923	Then Three- heart rending sighs she drew, Deeper than ever Poet''s Fiction knew; And cruel, cruel Thyrsis said, Why thus unkind to an enamour''d Maid?
A30923	Then, my dear Cowley, dye, For why shou''d foolish I, Or foolish Sympathy, Wish thee to live?
A30923	This, if he were but half so blest to know, What would not the oblig''d Amyntas do?
A30923	Thy humble Presents fading are, and poor, Not lasting as their bright and shining Ore. Alas, what shall I do?
A30923	Thyrsis( alas) had heard The Maid repeat her Woe: Thyrsis the consequence too fear''d; Ah, why do''st thou my Passion know?
A30923	To bouze Old Wine, mad Pindar wonted, Till by a Vintner being affronted, The peevish Cur( what could be ruder?)
A30923	To see Lambs skip o''re Hills is pretty sport, But who wou''d justle with them in their Court?
A30923	Unhappy Nymph, whom wouldst thou coyl ● shun?
A30923	V. But why?
A30923	VVhat Tower do''s not impious Arms VVeary, with continual harms?
A30923	VVhat shall he do?
A30923	WHat equal Thanks?
A30923	WHat fitter Subject could be for thy Wit?
A30923	WHere shall I ● ind a close conceal''d Abode?
A30923	WHy do you vex me with continual fears, And force out needless Tears?
A30923	Want ye a sign?
A30923	Was it a Phantasme only that I saw?
A30923	What Angel is not wishing to be Thee?
A30923	What Anthem''s this, sweet Angels, that you sing Unto us Men?
A30923	What Gifts of thine canst thou believe will take, Since City- Youths can so much richer make?
A30923	What Grief in Neighb''ring States shall not be known, Now the soft link of Amity is gone?
A30923	What Grief shall not the Foreign Reg ● ons shew?
A30923	What Pallace is not quickly brought, By Prince''s Wickedness, to nought?
A30923	What Wit for Subject could there be more fit Than thine for this, by which thou''st nobly shew''d Thy Soul with Loyal Sentiments endew''d?
A30923	What can not Greatness, Wit, and Beauty doe, Such constant Bliss is to Your Presence due, As if their Spring but Prophesy''d of You?
A30923	What crowds of Weeping Loves wilt Thou create, When in thy Lines they find their Pictur''d Fate?
A30923	What ease shall Natives, what delight possess, Who from blest You derive their Happiness?
A30923	What hellish Fiend inrag''d cou''d more have done?
A30923	What in the World most fair appears, Yea ev''n laughter turns to tears; And all the Iewels which we prize, Melt in these Pendents of the Eyes?
A30923	What is the crime has bin committed"By this poor Liquor, how endited?
A30923	What shall I do then?
A30923	What shall I farther add?
A30923	What sign or token may we find or see?
A30923	What stupid Enemy to Wit and Sence, Dares to dispute your Sexes Excellence?
A30923	What though their Tale more numerous appear?
A30923	What various Chances Fortune brings?
A30923	What, was there none but Charles the First, the Great And most indulgent worthiest Potentate, To vent their rage upon?
A30923	When did you know the Lad did love"True Claret, and rebellious prove?"
A30923	Where ease the Burthens of my lab''ring Breast?
A30923	Where is grave Madge, and brisk Grimalkin now, Before whose Feet our Race was wo nt to bow?
A30923	Who can expect the Body e''er shou''d thrive, And lack its natural preservative?
A30923	Whose praise on Water thus is wasted, Claret the Puppy never tasted: What the Devil was his humour, To raise so scandalous a rumour?
A30923	Why do you tell me I shall surely dye, Since Courteous Heav''n, and I, Both in one resolution do comply?
A30923	Why had I ever Charms, or why are they so quickly gone?
A30923	Why shou''d you question that most sacred Vow, Which in sincerity I made but now?
A30923	Why was I ever Young?
A30923	Why was not Beauty long?
A30923	Will he be reconcil''d to sinfull Men?
A30923	Will not thy Love one minutes rest allow?
A30923	With what vain Dreams, said he, art thou possest?
A30923	Would I propose to hide me from thy sight, In an Egyptian Darkness, and thick Night?
A30923	Yet what just Praise deserv''dly due can be To Aged Men, that they from Vice are free, Since''t is not choice, but meer necessitie?
A30923	a pissing Candles latter end, My dear beloved Country- Save- all Friend?
A30923	and is it come to this?
A30923	and is there no relief?
A30923	and shall my Eyes, Together with my Souls bright Faculties, Be cheated with the Worlds gay Vanities?
A30923	are thine Eyes upwards bent?
A30923	but why Name I this great impossibility?
A30923	can God be friends agen?
A30923	do I only rave?
A30923	do ye glad tydings bring?
A30923	hazard the event?
A30923	or some airy Dream?
A30923	or whither shall he fly?
A30923	what Gratitude is due, Industrious Friend from all this Isle to you?
A30923	what Mercy can ye boast If the poor Secretary''s frighted Ghost Shou''d chance to touch upon the Stygian Coast?
A30923	what do I do?
A30923	what is this Antick shape?
A30923	what say?
A30923	where find out Rest?
A30923	where is all that Grandeur now?
A30923	who''d be of Old mad Timon''s mind,( Because he did) to hate Mankind?
A30923	why do''st thou thus delight To torture me?
A30923	why thus my suff''rings ● light?
A30923	why would''st thou come down, Rather so lowly, than with great Renown?
A30923	wil''t thou near learn to know, What happiness in Solitude do''s grow?
A30923	wilt ne''er be wise?
A28854	( 5) Ye sliding streams, that pass so gently by, Winding your waves, and do not faster flee, Ioy you to hear my Sepha''s Elegy?
A28854	( 7) Why doe you now my Sepha''s tunes forbear?
A28854	( 8) Or Sepha dead?
A28854	( Egregious drunkard) how Durst thou presume t''offend my Virgin brow?
A28854	( O thou the second of my heart) To steal thee from us?
A28854	( Ye sullen Gods) what mov''d you to divide Her Soul from hence; distracted Haemon cryde?
A28854	10 What though thy birth require a higher place, Than my low heart is able to bestow?
A28854	11 What though thy riches ask as high a fortune?
A28854	17 Tell me how oft thou hast with serious voice, Vow''d for thy love no harm I should endure?
A28854	28 How can I smother then my long pent love, Allmost unknown to thee so long conceald?
A28854	31 What though I have transgrest against thy will?
A28854	34 Alas my love, what love appears in this?
A28854	5 Else why should I complain of this mischance, Had it not been contrary to thy vowes?
A28854	8 How oft have I been subject of thy scorn?
A28854	Admit said he, the winged boy would send Into this place the picture of that friend, I best could honor, should I be approv''d Or no?
A28854	Am I too mean?
A28854	And Philoclea her own wishes had?
A28854	And came the cause from thee Eramio said?
A28854	And creep behind a cloud, lest some disgrace Should taint him of conspiracy; or why Should Coelum''s vesture yeeld a Sympathy Of griefe?
A28854	And die he did, did death commit a sinne?
A28854	And run as idle wayes as many other?
A28854	And send thy shafts a thousand other wayes That more deserv''d thy anger?
A28854	And shall I silent dye?
A28854	And so much dis- respect my heart?
A28854	And with thy birth doth bear an equall sway?
A28854	And with thy nasty carkass to defile My holy place?
A28854	Are they the fittest voices to complain?
A28854	Bosworth, William, 1607- 1650?
A28854	Bosworth, William, 1607- 1650?
A28854	But Haemon thus, Lady your looks a Tragick tale unfold, I fear the end before I hear it told, Why should you tremble so?
A28854	Can these thy threatnings then make me the worse?
A28854	Could Heaven permit the deed?
A28854	Cupid, scorn''st thou my prayers?
A28854	Dost thou desire?
A28854	Even so as men are caught, even so are we, When we affect those that our service flee; What kind salutes, imbraces and constraints Ought we to use?
A28854	Fair Girl he said; think''st thou I dread thy power, Dare mickle Fortune on my pleasure lower?
A28854	Fie, are these subjects for your valour fit?
A28854	First let my hands imbrew their wrinkled skin In her false breast, first let the spoyle begin Vpon my off- spring, can thy boasts assure her?
A28854	For how can I contemn that fire which Gods admire?
A28854	For if the spices which Eramio cast, Dry''d up her tears, and thereof made a paste, How can a Lake ensue?
A28854	Forbear said he, let not your anger light On these, so far unworthy for your fight, What stain shall we endure?
A28854	HAve other Nations got that tempting art?
A28854	Have you not heard young lambs with wailing cries Lament their dams departure?
A28854	Hinc Lachrimae, OR THE AVTHOR TO AVRORA: 1 WHy should my pen aspire so high a strain, A verse to guide, to guide a verse unfit?
A28854	His words half spoke Cyandus daughter cryes, Is this the meed of zealous love?
A28854	How can my Muse be dumb?
A28854	How canst thou then disdain this humble ● … ute Of a pure love?
A28854	How dar''st thou then revile my holy fire?
A28854	How didst thou of thy wonted favours miss?
A28854	How durst thou( vilain) dare to touch this Isle?
A28854	How oft have I the warlike Ensign born Of thy fierce heart, enur''d to cruelty?
A28854	How often kill''d by thy impetuous eyes?
A28854	How shall I Combate then?
A28854	How wilt thou my destroying anger miss?
A28854	I am a God, and can withstand thine ire?
A28854	If Isis was of Iphis change most glad?
A28854	If such was Philoclea''s a ● … dent love, From her own sex, such free desires to move?
A28854	Immodest Girl he said, why art so rude To woo?
A28854	In this extreme, what will not Venus doe?
A28854	Is Thracian Orpheus reviv''d, whose laye Hath now charm''d Hell, to get himself away?
A28854	Is he so mean to let me know his name?
A28854	Is he too good that thus thou dost deny Me to receive one courting from his eye?
A28854	Is it thy birth that makes thee thus disdaine me?
A28854	Is it thy wealth that makes thee thus refraine me?
A28854	Is she too slow?
A28854	Now when all this shall be done at nineteen years of age, and out of a desire onely to please you, what entertainment should you give unto it?
A28854	O Sepha, knowest thou whom thy scorns do kill?
A28854	O happy soul for such a body meet, How are the firm chains of that union sweet, Dissever''d in the twinkling of an eye?
A28854	O whither shall I turn?
A28854	Once did she blame unkindly Cupid much; Darling said she, and is thy power such?
A28854	Once did she speak, once did she move her tongue, What sad mishap said she, did thee that wrong?
A28854	Or Seas?
A28854	Or doe you linger to condole with me?
A28854	Or hath inchanted spells their heart ● … debarr''d From thy keen shafts?
A28854	Or how wilt thou my powrfull wrath o''re- goe?
A28854	Or the bare title of a Crown procure her Contented wealth?
A28854	Or what requitall shall I have for this?
A28854	Or why do Roses yield a ruddy shade For their late sickly leaves?
A28854	Peace said Antigone, shall ev''ry grove, Where babling Echoes dwell witness your love?
A28854	Quis me uno vivit felicior?
A28854	Say, can so great a name, As Queen of Caria wipe away the blame Of disobedience?
A28854	See''st not my love with what a grace?
A28854	Seek''d yea for some revenge?
A28854	Shall base contempt those lovely browes adorn?
A28854	Shall my desir''d desires with horrid sound Of a faint heart increase m''increasing wound?
A28854	Shall some Ambrosian cup, where great Jove sips Nectar from Ganamed?
A28854	Shall still unkindness overflow the brim?
A28854	Shall this exile From hopes, the pure bond of my love defile?
A28854	T''infringe the lawes of amity?
A28854	Tell me if erst thou didst not like thy choice, And with thy vows didst crown our nuptials sure?
A28854	The Spring resembles thy sweet face?
A28854	Then speaks unto the Trees, have you not known Which way she went?
A28854	To crop that Rose why dost thou seek, When there''s a purer in thy cheek?
A28854	To dare to come, to give this heart this wound?
A28854	To derogate from what thou art?
A28854	To omit the cure, which only may procure Thy Clyents ease?
A28854	Vnkindly thus pure streams to overcome, And force a heart to love she knows not whom?
A28854	Was the ground greedy thy fair limbs to kiss?
A28854	What are Those joyes that may with these delights compare?
A28854	What cause said he hath urg''d you to this plot, Against my life,( ye men) I know ye not?
A28854	What name or title fits fair Sepha''s lips?
A28854	What pleasure then allures thee to their coast?
A28854	What recompence art able to bestow?
A28854	What spitefull God hath sent these mortall shapes?
A28854	What will it boot to view the snowy hills Of Al ● … ine high?
A28854	When Zelmenes eyes such direfull vapors threw, And to her own, prodigious accents drew?
A28854	Wherefore do little Birds forbeare to sing To Amphiluche, and her praises ring Along the vallies?
A28854	Which she( when subject to my tender rodds,) Made in the presence of the better Gods?
A28854	Why did''st thou wound the one, and not the other?
A28854	Why do Lillies fade?
A28854	Why do''n''t you now to wonted trees repair?
A28854	Why do''n''t you sit and sing my Sepha''s praise?
A28854	Why doe you cease to tune my Sepha''s layes?
A28854	Why may not Sepha be possest of hers, Not half so far impossible as theirs?
A28854	Why will you then disswade me from that chase I have begun, when ev''ry private place Records her praise?
A28854	Why wilt thou then unconstant be?
A28854	Ye warbling Chanters that such Musick bred, Are ye grown weary, or is Sepha dead?
A28854	a For who with more delight can live?
A28854	are some too hard?
A28854	could Phaebus eye Be dazled so, or yield a sympathy To this rebellious inhumanity?
A28854	for yet he knew not whom he lov''d; Or should I chance of that fair chance to chance: Could I in lovers phrase my love advance?
A28854	how can thy pen be mute?
A28854	is, Heav''nly Sepha dead?
A28854	or be affraid Of him in whom your power is display''d?
A28854	or both?
A28854	or cease to sing Of faire Amissa?
A28854	or dost thou shame?
A28854	or give consent,( Who should be just) to the accomplishment Of this nefarious act?
A28854	or hath she not bin here?
A28854	or of zealous care?
A28854	or release the oath Of duty?
A28854	or thee expell From the society of this blest Well?
A28854	or what exceeds With sweeter pleasure, and more bright doth shine In other Countryes, than it doth in thine?
A28854	or what will it prevail, To hear th''exub''rance of a forrain tale?
A28854	or why should shrill complaining cryes Of Ecchoes strive to peirce the Azure Skies?
A28854	shall I?
A28854	shall thy presence plant Those goods elsewhere, which Countrey thine doth want?
A28854	what though she strive Through haughty pride our honor to survive?
A28854	when it be said, So many Hecatompil ● … ns have made War with a silly maid?
A28854	who still lies Vnder the sheerers hands?
A28854	whose fleecy moisture fills The humble dales?
A28854	with discontent Thinking them dead, their sudden death lament?
A28854	with what flowers should you crown his memory, who brought so many flowers to crown your delight?
A28854	you Powers should be upright Not harm ● … ull Gods ● … yet thou still tak''st delight In bloody ends, why did''st not wink at these?
A16273	1. Who can dispaire, whom hope dooth beare?
A16273	A Blithe and bonny Country- Lasse, heigh hoe bonny- Lasse, Sate sighing on the tender grasse, and weeping sayd: will none come woo me?
A16273	A dreame( quoth I?)
A16273	A little world her flowing garment seemes: And who but as a wonder thereof deemes?
A16273	AH trees, why fall your leaues so fast?
A16273	ALas, how wander I amidst these woods, Whereas no day bright shine doth finde accesse?
A16273	Ah Flocks, why stand you all agast?
A16273	Ah Rocks, where are your roabes of mosse?
A16273	Ah haire, how many dayes, My Dian made me show, With thousand prettie childish playes, If I ware you or no?
A16273	Ah wanton will ye?
A16273	Alas her Lilly- hand, How it dooth me commaund?
A16273	Alas his paine is nought, For were my woe but thought: Oh how would Phaebe sigh, if she did looke on me?
A16273	Alas this note of woe why should we found?
A16273	Alas, how oft with teares,( Oh teares of guilefull brest:) She seemed full of iealous feares, Whereat I did but iest?
A16273	Alas, what heereby shall I winne If he gaine- say me?
A16273	And can not I be glad, since not estraunged, My selfe into Seluagia I haue chaunged?
A16273	And can not I be glad, since thus estraunged, My selfe from false Diana I haue chaunged?
A16273	And if this sorrow can not be Ended with life( at most:) What then dooth this thing profit me, A sorrow wonne or lost?
A16273	And what is that Ismenia, that dooth bind it To loue, whereas the same is most estranged, And where it is impossible to finde it?
A16273	And whether runnes this beuie of Ladies bright, Ranged in a roe?
A16273	And while her musique wounds mine eares, Alas say I, when will my notes afford Such like remorce, who still beweepe my paine?
A16273	And who can hope, that feeles dispaire?
A16273	And with new league and cruell title seeing Thy faith so pure and worthy to be changed?
A16273	And would''st thou haue in loue more gaine?
A16273	Becomes it thee to triumph so?
A16273	Bin they not Baie- braunches which they doo beare: All for Eliza in her hand to weare?
A16273	But if Loue in prayers mooue ye?
A16273	But if Loue the thought doo show ye, will ye loose your eyes with winking?
A16273	But if truth and Loue confesse it: will ye doubt the true enditing?
A16273	But tell me now, what honour hast thou gayned, Auenging such a fault by thee committed, And there- vnto by thy occasion trayned?
A16273	But were the sorrowes knowne, That me hath ouer- throwne: Oh how would Phaebe sigh, if she did looke on mee?
A16273	But what is Loues delight?
A16273	Can beautie such sharpe guerdon giue, to him whose life hangs in your eye?
A16273	Comes not my Sheepheardesse desired so?
A16273	DIaphenia like the Daffadown- dillie, White as the Sunne, faire as the Lillie, heigh hoe, how I doo loue thee?
A16273	Diaphenia like the spreading Roses, That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses, faire sweete how I doo loue thee?
A16273	Diaphenia like to all things blessed, When all thy praises are expressed, deare Ioy, how I doo loue thee?
A16273	Euery bird sits on his bowe, As brag as he that is the best: Then sweet Loue, reueale howe our minds may be at rest?
A16273	FAire fields proud Floraes vaunt, why i''st you smile, when as I languish?
A16273	Faire freend, quoth he, when shall I liue, That am halfe dead, yet can not die?
A16273	From whence come all these Sheepheards Swaines, And louely Nimphs attir''d in greene?
A16273	GOrbo, as thou cam''st this way By yonder little hill, Or as thou through the fields didst stray, Saw''st thou my Daffadill?
A16273	Goe we then, why sit we here delaying: And all yond mery wanton lasses playing?
A16273	Graunt, ô me, what am I saying?
A16273	HArke iollie Sheepheards, harke yond lustie ringing: How cheerefully the bells daunce, the whilst the Lads are springing?
A16273	Haue you not seene her moode, What streames of teares she spent: Till that I sware my faith so stoode, As her words had it bent?
A16273	Heare alas, oh heare me, Aye me, aye me, Can not my beautie mooue thee?
A16273	Her modest eye, Her Maiestie, Where haue you seene the like but there?
A16273	How can I keepe, I pre- thee tell, Thy Kie, my selfe that can not well defend, nor please thy kinde As long as I haue serued thee?
A16273	How can this hart of thine containe A ioy, that is of such great force?
A16273	How could it be( my enemie?)
A16273	How falls it out Loue dooth not kill Thy crueltie with some remorce?
A16273	How gailie Flora leades it, and sweetly treads it?
A16273	How ill fits you this greene to weare, For hope the colour due?
A16273	How often would she flowers twine, how often garlands make: Of Cowslips and of Cullumbine, and all for Corins sake?
A16273	How shall I her pretty tread expresse vvhen she dooth walke?
A16273	How should I make an end of it, That am not able to begin?
A16273	I doo loue thee as my Lambs Are beloued of their Dams, how blest were I if thou would''st prooue me?
A16273	I know a simple Country Hinde, heigh hoe sillie Swaine: To whom faire Daphne prooued kinde, was he not kinde to her againe?
A16273	I liue to sorrow, you to pleasure spring, why doo ye spring thus?
A16273	IPre- thee keepe my Kine for me Carillo, wilt thou?
A16273	If I aske him what he ayles, And whereof he iealous is?
A16273	If I loue you, and you loue mee, Can there be better harmonie?
A16273	If my firme loue I were denying, Tell me, with sighs would''st thou be dying?
A16273	In contraries of such a kinde: Tell me what succour shall I 〈 ◊ 〉?
A16273	In this great glory, and great gladnes, Think''st thou to haue no touch of sadnes?
A16273	In what law find''st thou, that the freest reason And wit, vnto thy chaines should be subiected, And harmelesse soules vnto thy cruell murder?
A16273	Is it because thy crueltie In killing me dooth neuer end?
A16273	Is that loue?
A16273	Is there a beast, a bird, a fish worth noate?
A16273	Is''t fit an Eagle seate him with a Flie?
A16273	It is too early yet, So soone from ioyes to flit, why art thou so vnkind?
A16273	Loue at last( though loth) preuail''d, Loue that so my hart assail''d, Wounding me with her faire eyes Ah how Loue can subtillize?
A16273	Loue makes earth the water drinke, Loue to earth makes water sinke: And if dumbe things be so wittie, Shall a heauenly grace want pittie?
A16273	MElampus, when will Loue be void of feares?
A16273	Melampus, tell me, when is Loue best fed?
A16273	Melampus, tell me, when takes Loue least harme?
A16273	Melampus, when is Loue most malecontent?
A16273	Melampus, when is time in Loue ill spent?
A16273	Melampus, when is time well spent in Loue?
A16273	Melampus, when will Loue be throughly shrieued?
A16273	Might not thy might suffise thee, but thy fuell Of force must be so cruell?
A16273	My little Lad the Goddesse sayd, Who hath my Cupid so dismayd?
A16273	My thoughts that now such passions hate O what meane ye?
A16273	Now I see, and seeing sorrow that the day consum''d, returnes not: Who dare trust vpon to morrow, when nor time, nor life soiournes not?
A16273	O God, what if she''s lost, or if she stray Within this vvood, where trees so thick doo grow?
A16273	O no, for how can I aspire, To more, then to mine owne desire?
A16273	O seest thou not the Sunne passe to the West?
A16273	O stay not time, but passe with speedie hast, And Fortune hinder not her comming now, O God, betides me yet this greefe at last?
A16273	O who can sing her beauties best, or that remaines vnsung?
A16273	Oh greefe and bitter anguish, For thee I languish, Faine I( alas) would hide it, Oh, but who can abide it?
A16273	Oh how I liue to prooue, Whereto this solace tends?
A16273	Oh why doo''st thou make such hast?
A16273	Or else that such great tirannie, should dwell in vvomans hart?
A16273	Or what excesse that is not amply payed, Or suffer more, that I haue not endured?
A16273	Or where one loues, so constant beene, Who euer saw such woe?
A16273	PAssed contents, Oh what meane ye?
A16273	PHaebe sate, Sweete she sate, sweete sate Phaebe when I saw her, White her brow Coy her eye, brow and eye, how much you please me?
A16273	Phaebe sate By a Fount, sitting by a Fount I spide her, Sweete her touch, Rare her voyce, touch and voyce, what may distaine you?
A16273	Phillida my true- Loue, is it she?
A16273	SAy that I should say, I loue ye?
A16273	SHall I say that I loue you, Daphne disdainfull?
A16273	SHall we goe daunce the hay?
A16273	SHeepheard, saw you not my faire louely Phillis, Walking on this mountaine, or on yonder plaine?
A16273	SHeepheard, what''s Loue, I pray thee tell?
A16273	SHeepheard, who can passe such wrong, And a life in woes so deepe?
A16273	SHeepheard, why doo''st thou hold thy peace?
A16273	Sences which seeke my starre so cleare and bright, By making heere and there your thoughts estray: Tell me, what will you feele before her sight?
A16273	Shall I dye, shall I perrish, through her vnkindnes?
A16273	Shall I say what doth greeue mee?
A16273	Shall the hills, shall the valleyes, the fieldes the Cittie, With the sound of my out- cryes, moue her to pittie?
A16273	Shall we goe learne to kisse?
A16273	Shall we goe learne to woo?
A16273	Shall we goe sing the Song?
A16273	Shew thy selfe Cinthia with thy siluer rayes, And be not abasht, When she the beames of her beauty displayes, Oh how art thou dasht?
A16273	Such great affection doo''st thou beare me: As by thy words thou seem''st to sweare me?
A16273	Sunne why doo''st thou goe so fast?
A16273	Sweet louely twaine, what might you be?
A16273	Sweete( alas) why saine you thus?
A16273	TEll me thou gentle Sheepheards Swaine, Who''s''s yonder in the Vale is set?
A16273	THe cause why that thou doo''st denie To looke on me, sweete foe impart?
A16273	Tell me ô haire of gold, If I then faultie be: That trust those killing eyes I would, Since they did warrant me?
A16273	Tell me, haue ye beheld her Angels face, Like Phoebe faire?
A16273	The Deere doo brouse vpon the bryer, the birds doo pick the cherries: And will not Beauty graunt Desire, one handfull of her berries?
A16273	The Song?
A16273	The hay?
A16273	The word and faith I had of thee, O tell me now, where may they be, Or where may they resound?
A16273	They are amaz''d, but you with reason armed, O eyes, ô eares of men, how are you charmed?
A16273	They shewed themselues in open sight, poore Louers, Lord how they were mazde?
A16273	Think I think that Loue should know ye?
A16273	This loue that thou didst promise me, Sheepheard, where is it found?
A16273	Thou onely art my Sheepheardesse, about Whose thoughts my soule shall finde her ioy and rest ▪ Why comm''st not then to assure it from doubt?
A16273	To kisse?
A16273	To woo?
A16273	Trees, Rocks, and Flocks, what, are ye pensiue for my losse?
A16273	VVho would beleeue thou wert so free, To blaze me thus each houre?
A16273	WE loue, and haue our loues rewarded?
A16273	WHat Sheepheard can expresse The fauour of her face?
A16273	WHat are my Sheepe, without their wonted food?
A16273	WHat chang''s heere, ô haire, I see since I saw you?
A16273	WHat pleasure haue great Princes, more daintie to their choice, Then Heardmen wilde, who carelesse, in quiet life reioyce?
A16273	Wants not a fourth Grace to make the daunce euen?
A16273	What cruell minde, what angry breast displayed, With sauage hart, to fiercenes so adiured?
A16273	What didst thou wish, tell me( sweete Louer,) Whereby thou might''st such ioy recouer?
A16273	What fooles are they that haue not knowne, That Loue likes no lawes but his owne?
A16273	What greater ioy can any man desire, Then to remaine a Captiue vnto Loue: And haue his hart subiected to his power?
A16273	What haue I done, that I haue not acquitted?
A16273	What if I beate the wanton boy with many a rod?
A16273	What is my life, except I gaine my Loue?
A16273	What life?
A16273	What loue?
A16273	What reason is''t that cruelty with beauty should haue part?
A16273	What saucie merchant speaketh now, sayd Venus in her rage: Art thou so blinde thou knowest not how I gouerne euery age?
A16273	What shall I doo, but say therefore, hey hoe, I hill loue no more?
A16273	What though she be faire?
A16273	What time then to hope among bitter hopes, that neuer sleepe?
A16273	What wonder is it then, if I berent my haires: And crauing death continually, doo bathe my selfe in teares?
A16273	What, after giuing me such store ▪ Of passions, doo''st thou mock me too?
A16273	What, will not Boreas tempests wrathfull King, take some pitty on vs?
A16273	When Craesus King of Lide, was cast in cruell bands, And yeelded goods and life into his enemies hands: What tongue could tell his woe?
A16273	Who but could remember all Twinkling eyes still representing?
A16273	Who but could remember this, The sweete odours of your fauour?
A16273	Who hath such beautie seene, In one that changeth so?
A16273	Who is it that calleth Coridon, who is it that I heare?
A16273	Who would not this face admire?
A16273	Who would not this sight desire, though he thought to see no more?
A16273	Whose effect when Flora felt, Teares, that did her bosome melt,( For who can resist teares often, But she whom no teares can soften?)
A16273	Why doo thy flocks forbeare their food, Which sometime were thy chiefe delight?
A16273	Why doo''st thou thus torment my minde, And to what end thy beautie keepe?
A16273	Why doost thou hurt his life with thy offences: That yeelds to thee his soule and inward sences?
A16273	Why dooth the Sunne against his kind, Fixe his bright Chariot in the skies?
A16273	Why looke these flowers so pale and ill, That once attir''d this goodly Heath?
A16273	Why slide these brookes so slow away, Whose bubling murmur pleas''d thine eare?
A16273	Would not such mortall griefe make milde and tender: But that, which my fell Sheepheardesse dooth render?
A16273	Write that I doo write you blessed, will you write, t is but a writing?
A16273	Yet Sheepheard, what is Loue, I pray?
A16273	Yet from their beames proceedeth not this light, Nor can their Christalls such reflection giue: What then dooth make the Element so bright?
A16273	Yet what is Loue, I pre- thee say?
A16273	Yet what is Loue, good Sheepheard saine?
A16273	Yet what is loue, good Shepheard show?
A16273	Yet would''st thou change, I pre- thee tell me, In seeing one that did excell me?
A16273	Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon, whether shall I flie?
A16273	You golden Meades, why striue you to beguile my weeping anguish?
A16273	kisse mee, I will leaue, heere a kisse receiue, a short kisse I doe it find: Wilt thou leaue me so?
A16273	say, tell me, How thou( in greater fault and errour being Then euer I was thought) should''st thus repell me?
A16273	who would not this Saint adore?
A16273	will you not be moou''d with praying?
A16273	will you thinke, t is but a thinking?
A16273	would you say, t is but a saying?
A63107	& c. WHither d''ye rush with impious haste?
A63107	1. ad Populum Romanum, Quoquo scelesti ruitis?
A63107	1. ad Populum Romanum, Quoquo scelesti ruitis?
A63107	ALL my past Life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone?
A63107	AND is he dead?
A63107	Am I to Love insensibly betray''d, Which has this sudden alteration made?
A63107	And dares Ulysses too contend with me?
A63107	And must I yield, or striving feed the Flame, Which by complyance gentle grows and tame?
A63107	And must again that sad Dispute appear?
A63107	And shall a wretched half- concocted She Depose a Demy- God, cramp Victory, Rebellious to her Prince, to Iove, and Me?
A63107	And thou my Child( for pity does require) Leave not too long thy poor, thy helpless Sire, For what can he when Philomel is gone?
A63107	Anger& Shame by this time stirr''d his blood; Nor shall my little Quirister o''th''Wood Carry it thus: Not conquer her?
A63107	Are wearied men Said to be robb''d of Burdens?
A63107	As Ivie thrives which on the Oak takes hold, So with the Prophets may her Lines grow old, If they should die, who can the World forgive?
A63107	But what avails all this to ease my Pain, If Galatea still unmov''d remain?
A63107	But whither am I brought by unknown ways, Forc''d by the mighty Current of his Praise?
A63107	Can none with thy belov''d compare?
A63107	Can''st thou paint thy Mother''s Smile When she would some God beguile?
A63107	Cou''dst thou, on mounting Wing, Olympus high, To Sinai''s mystick Head, or Oreb soar?
A63107	Curst be the Dogs, curst be the woody shade Whose solitary Pleasure can perswade To follow Beasts, and fly a dying Maid?
A63107	Do I force The falling fruit that drops into my hand?
A63107	Dost thou, t''assist me, shod with wings repine?
A63107	Doth he so much our Love transcend, That we should him alone intend?
A63107	E''re I could well cross the Street, Who the Devil should I meet, But a young Lord out of a Chair?
A63107	E''re time and place were time and place were not, When Primitive Nothing, something strait begot, Then all proceeded from the great united- What?
A63107	ENvy, how dar''st thou say that I in vain Have spent my years, or with false Names profane The sacred Product of my fertile Brain?
A63107	For where''s the generous Mortal now a- days That loves to hear a Poet''s well- tun''d Lays?
A63107	For who can boast a perfect Innocence, Or run the nimble Race of humane Life Always along a spotless milkey way?
A63107	Grant this succeeds but well, and I implore At your just hands, ye sacred Pow''rs, no more?
A63107	Great sorrows overwhelm the tongue; And wouldst thou do me so much wrong, To let her know by halves, what I endure for her?
A63107	Great was you Child, too great your Power before, Why should your fond Ambition wish for more?
A63107	Has Flesh and Blood need of a Power divine To raise their Sympathy, and make''em joyn?
A63107	His Sobs, his Sighs, his Passion who can tell?
A63107	How can so small a Pipe and Throat Express so loud and sweet a Note?
A63107	How could rough Armour suit with soft desire?
A63107	How long is''t since each Field and Stream Did flow with English Blood?
A63107	How will my Strength to bear my Grief suffice?
A63107	How would the Glorious Theme my Senses fire, And each perfection would my Muse inspire?
A63107	I always knew you jealous and severe; But does Cynisca''s Falshood plain appear?
A63107	I dye deceiv''d, And cheated of my Life; who''d think t''have found Death in her Voice, in such a balsam VVound?
A63107	I like whom pious Education fools; Who would not try to put her past her Rules?
A63107	I. VVIlt thou not cease at my Desire?
A63107	If Beauty, VVit, and Greatness she despise, What more alluring Baits can''st thou devise?
A63107	If Death''s so pleasant, why shou''d you lament Mirtillo''s Fate?
A63107	If large, who wou''d not roul in what he loves?
A63107	In humble Accents I''ll adore The Beauty I admire, Tho I can never hope for more, Who would not so expire?
A63107	Is he already dead?
A63107	Is he like Thetis Son conceal''d, And from all manly Sports witheld, To keep him safe from VVar?
A63107	Is it a Dream, or do I hear The voice that so delights mine ear?
A63107	Is it blind Fury, or hard Fate, That makes you disagree?
A63107	Is it''cause every thing must stoop to thee?
A63107	Is there a Crime in being innocent?
A63107	Is''t not enough to pimp for sacred Iove, But every Prince below must have a Love, Inflexible to all but Bawds above?
A63107	LIdia, I conjure you say Why haste you so to make away Poor Sybaris with Love?
A63107	Like some forsaken Turtle all alone, Where shall he sigh, or where his sorrows groan?
A63107	Must I, unpitty''d, on bleak Rocks reside, Out- sigh the Winds, out- swell with Tears the Tide?
A63107	Must those be courted that are made to yield Who parlies with a Foe that wants a Shield, Or asks men leave to do them Courtesies?
A63107	My Curse, my Ruine, am I then despis''d?
A63107	NO faith, No, I will not now; Could''st thou not one, not one Repulse allow?
A63107	O what?
A63107	O whither wilt thou fly?
A63107	Of Cyrnus with his flaxen Hair and Beard, Or Prim''s Sons?
A63107	Oh my Philander ope your Brest, I can no longer keep my heart, Why do you call it from its nest With such a soft resistless Art?
A63107	Or bold Virago''s gentle Love inspire?
A63107	Or by Reluctance aggravate my flame?
A63107	Or can it e''re account for half my Pain, To stretch on Sedge, and view the rowling Main, Or breath my Griefs to this cold Tomb in vain?
A63107	Or did''st thou spare my Life, that I A nobler Death for thee should dy?
A63107	Or if she had not been so rich in Charms, Why should she travel for Offensive Arms?
A63107	Or is it some unpunish''d Crime?
A63107	Or is your Lawful Empire unconfin''d, And by a right to all, our Temple joyn''d?
A63107	Or that proud Cliff whence false Tarpia fell?
A63107	Or why d''ye try to sit To your right- hands your well- sheath''d Swords, More Murders to commit?
A63107	Or wrestles as he did before?
A63107	Or, who in''s Porch can hope to save his Plate?
A63107	SOul of the World, Time''s Rival( Music) who, First matter yet in Ovo wert, Who shall declare thy Off- spring, or pursue, To keep Infinity in view?
A63107	Shall I in close Retirement drive away With Books the Troubles of the Day?
A63107	Shall I now cloath my feet again, And feet so lovely wash''d distain?
A63107	Shall I then try the happy Shepherd''s Life?
A63107	Shall mighty Iove Enrich a Prince with all the powerful Charms Of Beauty, Wit, and Vertue, Arts, and Arms?
A63107	Since Natures self in all she did was seen, What Court her Dress or Motion could refine?
A63107	T Is not that I am weary grown, Of being yours, and yours alone; But with what Face can I incline, To damn you to be only mine?
A63107	TEll me Damon, lovely Swain, Prince of all our youthful Train, Why such a mighty Stranger grown To all our Pleasures, and your own?
A63107	Tag ● … s his Treasures, or Per ● … s, For one of my Lycymnia''s Smiles?
A63107	Tell me why this unusual heat Thus creeps about my heart, And why that heart indulges it And fondly takes its part?
A63107	Tell me, ye softer Powers above, Tell me what unfledg''d thing Begins within my Breast to move, And try its tender wing?
A63107	That he refuses me the common ease Of Bird and Beast?
A63107	The Birds wild Note?
A63107	The gliding stream?
A63107	The matter lies not what, but how to have; What more can Mankind give, or Woman crave?
A63107	The night and days continu''d course?
A63107	The same free Looks that no disguises bear, The same sweet, generous, Melancholy are?
A63107	The under- shrubs of Men give VVomen odds; Are these Proceedings fit for Kings or Gods?
A63107	Then feather''d Atom, where in thee Can be compriz''d such Harmony?
A63107	There''s Daphne, Cloe, Lidia, Is she more fair, more sweet than they?
A63107	Tho now they may to some Perfection grow, Yet when you''re dead, what can Example do?
A63107	Thou thy Skill, thy Art must show: Canst thou something here design That may Sweetness breath divine?
A63107	V. Immur''d in Temples next it lay, and then The Praises of their Gods and mighty Men, Were only in request; What but the best cou''d fit the best?
A63107	V. Who cou''d have thought, the Mighty Charles so well Supported, cou''d so soon have fell?
A63107	VVHat means this tumult in my Veins, These eccho''d Groans and Sympathetick pains?
A63107	VVhatever is to come, is not, How can it then be mine?
A63107	WHat Scorn appears in those fair eyes, Where native sweetness us''d to flow, If your adorer you despise, On whom will you your Love bestow?
A63107	WHat can this mean, what makes my Thus naked lie without a Coverlid?
A63107	WHat horrid Crime did gentle Sleep displease?
A63107	WHat makes a happy Life?
A63107	WHat shall I do to give my soul some rest?
A63107	WHat shall I do to learn some powerful Art, That can dissolve her Marble heart?
A63107	WHat''s this that thus of Sleep bereaves my night?
A63107	WHen, dearest Friend, oh when shall I be blest With thee and Damon, Silence, Shade, and Rest?
A63107	WOuld you be quite cur''d of Love?
A63107	Was e''re ambitious man forc''d to a Crown, Hunger compell''d to feed?
A63107	Was it not then, by the first trading Charter, That all Commerce was but Exchange& Barter?
A63107	We are Apollo''s Subjects, and not yours?
A63107	What Charms can Earth produce, what Reason give, That this forlorn abandon''d Wretch should live?
A63107	What Fury is''t?
A63107	What God- head could Philander melt To such a flood of sighs, That gliding with the Tide unfelt, He might my Soul surprize?
A63107	What Mortal can with Heav''n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair?
A63107	What Passion draws your Thoughts away From all that''s lively, brisk, and gay?
A63107	What Port, what Sea, so distant can be found Which Proteus has not blest with heavenly sound?
A63107	What Region dost thou bless, what Land or Sea, Where shall I take my Course in search of thee?
A63107	What Story is not full of Womens Woes, By plighted Faith betray''d, and broken Vows?
A63107	What Tongue the Grief and Horror can express Which did both Parties equally possess?
A63107	What a silly Whore art thou?
A63107	What brainless Critick dares his Envy raise To blast a Style which you encline to praise?
A63107	What do they fear on Earth, in Hell, or Heav''n?
A63107	What else at first was Father Glaucus Trade?
A63107	What entertainment can I give thee here; Thee, who hast feasted on such Joys with her?
A63107	What have I here to do by Phillis left, Of past Delights, and future Hopes 〈 ◊ 〉?
A63107	What if the Queen of Beauty should invade Minerva''s Province; She usurp her Trade?
A63107	What makes my Damon secretly retire, Resolv''d in private to possess his Grief, When Damon''s Sheep require their Damon''s care?
A63107	What makes the street- bespatter''d Lawyer trudge?
A63107	What needs there more?
A63107	What needs there more?
A63107	What numbers would''st thou choose, what Praise display, When of Armagh thy mighty Song should be, Of Armagh''s Justice and his Piety?
A63107	What oyl''s the turn- stile Conscience of a Judge?
A63107	What remote noise is this?
A63107	What see you in the Shulamite?
A63107	What shall I do?
A63107	What shall we say, when on the Deck we stand, And from afar behold the lessening Lund?
A63107	What shall we think, when Ida''s Tops grow less, And with the Seas our Fears encrease?
A63107	What, must I yield to the incroaching bane?
A63107	What, tho I do n''t an ancient Lineage boast Or any Titles that enlarge my name?
A63107	Whence do his Fears proceed?
A63107	Where are thy Charms, thy White and Red, Thy lovely Mien?
A63107	Where is not Death if gentle Caelia kill?
A63107	Where rest they?
A63107	Who gave you cruel Boy, o''er Verse such Pow''rs?
A63107	Who had known That to great Sould Laertes he was Son?
A63107	Who of the Lycian Princes e''re had heard?
A63107	Who shall presume to sing?
A63107	Who should I light on next, but one That''s the worst Poet in the Town?
A63107	Who to another''s Pray''r now lends an Ear?
A63107	Who to these Groves shall foreign Numbers bring?
A63107	Who would stand knocking at an unlock''d Gate?
A63107	Who''s this that like the Morning shews, When she her Paths with Roses strews?
A63107	Who''s this whose feet the Hills ascend From Desarts, leaning on her Friend?
A63107	Why Heat, and Clouds of Dust to bear, Does he no more approve?
A63107	Why boasts he not his Limbs grown black With bearing Arms, or his strong Back With which he threw the Bar?
A63107	Why do''st thou urge her fate?
A63107	Why dost thou sing to hear me cry, Wanton Songster, tell me why?
A63107	Why hates he now the open Air?
A63107	Why is he now afraid to ride Upon his Gallick Steed?
A63107	Why leaves he off his martial Pride?
A63107	Why name I these?
A63107	Why should I speak of Syrens, or relate Their 〈 ◊ 〉 Songs, and the pleas''d Sailer''s Fate?
A63107	Why should I stray and turn to those, Thy seeming Friends, and real Foes?
A63107	Why should men think me melancholly, Because I sleep, and eat, and walk alone?
A63107	Why should we thus against our Nature fight, And vex our selves with this false Parthian flight?
A63107	Why swims he not the Tyber o''re?
A63107	Why wou''d you abrogate my firm Resolve, And with these Fears repeal the thoughts of Death?
A63107	Why, little Charmer of the Air, Dost thou in Musick spend the Morn, While I thus languish in Despair, Opprest by Cynthia''s Fate and Scorn?
A63107	Will these small Organs never Tire?
A63107	Without the sweets of Melody To tune our vital Breath, Who would not give it up to Death, And in the silent Grave contented lye?
A63107	Would you not leave the Council board If she past by, and gave the word?
A63107	Yet what, ye Gods, have I e''re done or meant, To merit such an heavy Punishment?
A63107	can they both so quickly thirst For such another Flood?
A63107	canst thou behold the Sun?
A63107	could one weak Virgin do?
A63107	had ye then no Thunder- bolts in store?
A63107	how oft did''st thou my power deride, Tho both by Verse and Temper too enclin''d To pay an Homage to all Womankind?
A63107	how quick the Spirit moves?
A63107	in what graceful shade When scorching Beams the Fields invade?
A63107	my good Lord, would you not lose The Incomes of the Golden Isles?
A63107	nay, all delight That ever fed the Eye, or charm''d the Ear, But Sparks of the same Harmony, tho less unite?
A63107	said he, Before this Fleet, can my Right question''d be?
A63107	said he, Rome''s Walls excell?
A63107	shall I lye In Pangs of Death, without the pow''r to dye?
A63107	shouldst thou begin, what tongue could tell The raging pangs of Love I feel?
A63107	the Oceans sourse?
A63107	these my waited Joys, My Bride, and promis''d Race of cheerful Boys?
A63107	unseen, he drew, For what ca n''t lewd Imagination do?
A63107	what a gloomy Cloud Does humane sense and apprehension shroud?
A63107	what are men when thus by Passion driven?
A63107	what shall I do?
A63107	what''s Wealth, if still the hoarded Gold From others under Lock and Key you hold?
A63107	whither fled?
A63107	why do''st thou wound Him whom so late thy pity found?
A63107	— Yet''t were in vain, I fear,( Who would have thought the Shepherd other were?)
A36650	''T is hard unjust suspicions to abide, But who can such obliging Anger chide?
A36650	''T is so: And can he then so cruel prove, Am I so soon forgotten, and my Love?
A36650	( for you perchance may hear) How long is''t e''er they hope to end the War?
A36650	ANd must I still be guilty, still untrue, And when old crims are purg''d still charg''d with new?
A36650	Against such force what Man can keep the Field?
A36650	Ah why so restless on my Bed of down?
A36650	All ask him whence, for whom this fatal love, Apollo came his Arts and Herbs to prove?
A36650	All askt from whence this frenzy?
A36650	Am I then greater than brave Peleus Son, That I should scorn the thing which Kings have done?
A36650	And are we thought on by our Wives at home?
A36650	And shall we have a Tryal of our skill?
A36650	And what that thou wert given, and pleas''d my Miss, Since now the Birds unhappy Glory dyes?
A36650	And who can sound the death of David''s Soul?
A36650	And who wou''d think he then in vain could sue?
A36650	And why my words break forth in gentle sighs?
A36650	And will you turn debauch''d, then vainly own How lewd you are, to this malicious Town?
A36650	And( Churle) my journey break?
A36650	And, who knows but this may come to pass?
A36650	Are those dear proofs of Heaven''s Indulgence vain, Restoring David and his gentle Reign?
A36650	At lengh affronted by some Tawdry Jade, Kick''t out of doors, you''re forc''t into my Bed; For where is it you spend my Nights?
A36650	Behold new flames from the dead ashes rise, Blest be the Omen, blest the Prodigies, For Hylax barks, shall we believe our eyes?
A36650	Blown to and fro, like Down from thy own Wing, Who knows when Joy or Anguish thou wilt bring?
A36650	Bring,& c. She''s gone; and since I now am left alone, What shall I say?
A36650	But ah, what did thy Faith, thy Plumes and Tail, And what thy pretty Speaking- art avail?
A36650	But say: What God has Tityrus reliev''d?
A36650	But when should People strive their Bonds to break, If not when Kings are Negligent or Weak?
A36650	But who can tell what Essence Angels are, Or how long Heav''n was making Lucifer?
A36650	But why strive I in vain, Each Limb, each grace, each feature to explain?
A36650	But, Damon there may be: What if the charming Floriana die?
A36650	Can People give away, Both for themselves and Sons, their native Sway?
A36650	Come Galatea, come, the Seas forsake, What pleasures can the Tides with their hoarse murmurs make?
A36650	Confess the truth, which of you has not laid Four Farthings out to buy the Hatfield Maid?
A36650	Did I betray thee, Maid, or could she spy The least Confession in my conscious Eye?
A36650	Did I for these Barbarians plow and sowe?
A36650	Did I refuse my Sleep, my Wine, my Friend, To spurr along, and must I here attend?
A36650	Did not Achilles fair Briseis love, And Greece''s King his Captive''s Vassal prove?
A36650	Did not I see, not I, you pilfering Sot, VVhen you lay close, and snapt rich Damon''s Goat?
A36650	Dog- floud what art to me?
A36650	FOR to whom can I dedicate this Poem, with so much justice, as to you?
A36650	False as thou art why must I daily see Th''Intriguing Billet Deux he sends to thee?
A36650	For Calydon, for all Aetolia Was then contested such outrageous fray?
A36650	For neither can there be a subject higher, Nor, if the praise of Stimichon be true, Can it be better sung than''t is by you?
A36650	For what can Pow''r give more than Food and Drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
A36650	From shore to shore why should we run When none his tiresome self can shun?
A36650	Fy, who would clasp a Slave, who joy to feel Her hands of Iron, and her sides of Steel?
A36650	God said he lov''d your Father; could he bring A better Proof, than to Anoint him King?
A36650	Has the fierce Wolf broke thro''the fenced ground?
A36650	Hast thou not pitty?
A36650	Have thy Lambs stray''d?
A36650	He gives, and let him give my Right away: But why should he his own, and yours betray?
A36650	He nam''d the Nymph for who but Gods could tell?
A36650	Her Speech, her Courage, Voice, and Mind did fail, She trembled, and she breath''d, and that was all: What could she doe?
A36650	Hippomenes, who ran with Noble strife To win his Lady, or to loose his Life,( What shift some men will make to get a Wife?)
A36650	His Favour leaves me nothing to require; Prevents my Wishes, and out- runs Desire; What more can I expect while David lives?
A36650	His wanton hands in her soft bosome warms, And feels about her Neck his clasping Arms?
A36650	How bear his loss?
A36650	How can I better chuse, Then amongst wildest Woods my self to lose, And carve our Loves upon the tender Trees, There they will thrive?
A36650	How coud his forfeit on Mankind take place?
A36650	How long wilt thou the general Joy detain; Starve, and defraud the People of thy Reign?
A36650	How much are we deceiv''d?
A36650	How much more Pleasant would thy Slumbers be In the retir''d and peacefull Cave with me?
A36650	How much more charming, when much less severe?
A36650	How oft she beg''d thy Life, how oft she pray''d?
A36650	How prettily you frown?
A36650	How shall I then with patience stand by, While my Corinna gives another Joy?
A36650	How was She wondred at by every Swain?
A36650	I dye, and Death will finish all my pain, Yet e''er I dye, behold me once again: Am I so much deform''d, so chang''d of late?
A36650	I knew the Language soon, what could be hid From Lovers Eyes of all ye said or did?
A36650	I''le lay this Heifer,''t will be worth your while, Two Calves she suckles, and yet twice a day She fills two Pails; Now speak, what dare you lay?
A36650	If Chloe with her Golden locks should yield, And banisht Lydia should regain the Field?
A36650	If Chloe''s banish''t to make way For the forsaken Lydia?
A36650	If you say this, you never knew Friendship, the noblest part of love; What for her Fawn can the old One do Or for her young the timerous Dove?
A36650	If your young Lambs with new pluckt boughs you fed, And watch''d your Flock, would you not seem more wise?
A36650	In all thy days when did''st a courtesie?
A36650	Indulge one labour more, my weary Muse, For Amiel; who can Amiel''s praise refuse?
A36650	Is it in vain thou all the Goods dost know Auspicious Stars on Mortals shed below, While all thy streams with Milk, thy Lands with Honey flow?
A36650	Is my eternal Banishment decreed, From my poor Cottage, rear''d with Turf and Reed?
A36650	Is there a thing that I could more desire?
A36650	Is this your kind, your damn''d Obliging way?
A36650	Kind Love forbid that I should stoop so low, What, unto mean ignoble Beauties bow?
A36650	Love taught the cruel Mother to imbrue Her hands in blood:''t was Love her Children slew: VVas she more cruel, or more impious he?
A36650	Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as Angels do Must be an Angel; But what''s that to you?
A36650	Mopsus is Nisa''s choice; how just are Lovers fears?
A36650	More than my Passion, shall her Anger sway?
A36650	Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw?
A36650	Must I expire, and have my Songs no force?
A36650	Must impious Souldiers all these grounds possess, My fields of standing Corn, my fertile Leyes?
A36650	My Rebel ever proves my Peoples Saint: Woud They impose an Heir upon the Throne?
A36650	My much lov''d Friend, WHen thou art from my eyes, How do I loath the day, and light despise?
A36650	My thirteenth year was downy on my chin, And hardly could my hands the lowest branches win; How did I gaze?
A36650	No Bridges here, no Ferry, not an Oar, Or Rope to hawl me to the farther shoar?
A36650	Now what Relief can Righteous David bring?
A36650	Now, Betty, how will you my Oaths requite?
A36650	O Love how cold and slow to take my part, Thou idle wanderer about my heart?
A36650	Oh was it not much better to sustain, The angry days of Amarillis Reign?
A36650	On men disarm''d how can you gallant prove?
A36650	Or am I scorn''d, and grown a jest to you?
A36650	Or did my Language move The least Suspicion of our conscious Love?
A36650	Or do we Lovers dream?
A36650	Or how coud Heavenly Justice damn us all, Who ne''er consented to our Fathers Fall?
A36650	Or why dost check Our mutual Joys?
A36650	Or with what vows the angry Powers appease?
A36650	Pan came, and wondring we beheld him too, His skin all dy''d of a Vermilion hue: He cry''d, what mad designs dost thou pursue?
A36650	Poets the Muses should obey, not thee; Who gave thee then this Tyranny?
A36650	Pretend fond Fears of a Discovery?
A36650	Punish a Body which he cou''d not please; Bankrupt of Life, yet Prodigal of Ease?
A36650	Refuse lest some sad Chance the thing betray?
A36650	Should my great Theme some mighty Hero be, What could that mighty Hero doe for me?
A36650	Since all the World''s thus gay and free, Why should not we?
A36650	Start at the proposal?
A36650	Sure I am less than these, then what can bring Disgrace to me, that so became a King?
A36650	Sure I should know if Love had fixt his Dart, Or creeps he softly in with treacherous Art, And then grows Tyrant there and wounds the Heart?
A36650	TELL me Dametas, tell whose Sheep these are?
A36650	TEll me my Thyrsis, tell thy Damon, why Do''s my lov''d Swain in this sad posture lie?
A36650	Tell,& c. My flesh all wasted, and my Limbs all pale, And all my Hair with the strong poison sell: Ah, cruel Love, to what dost thou inforce?
A36650	That Accusation straight, this question brings, What is the Man that does such naughty things?
A36650	That Kings can doe no wrong we must believe: None can they doe, and must they all receive?
A36650	The Cow your Mistress was; for what cou''d be By such a lovely Creature meant but She?
A36650	The Head is loyal which thy Heart commands; But what''s a Head with two such gouty Hands?
A36650	The Wolf?
A36650	The lusty — with broad Humber strove, Was it for Fame?
A36650	The other day he gaz''d upon thy Face, As he wou''d grow a Statue in the place; And who indeed does not?
A36650	The rest, who knows not?
A36650	The wanton Sonnet or soft Elegy?
A36650	Then what Reward is to such Service due?
A36650	These soft endearments should not farther go, But be the secret treasure of us two, How comes this third in for a share I''d know?
A36650	Thou art my blood, where Iohnson has no part; What share have we in Nature or in Art?
A36650	Throw Meal upon the hallow''d flames: d''you stand Insensible, you Sot, when I command?
A36650	Thus I o''erheard her to my Lucia speak, Young Damon''s heart wilt thou for ever break?
A36650	Thus humbly blest, who''d labour to be great?
A36650	Thus twice undone, what course now could he take To redeem her already pass''d the Lake?
A36650	To such unworthy wretch, how am I sham''d, That I the generous amorous Rivers nam''d?
A36650	To what Enchantress had not I recourse, For skill in Herbs, and Magick arts renown''d?
A36650	VVhat boot''s it Boy, you not contemn my flame?
A36650	VVhat will not Master Shepherds dare to do, VVhen their base slaves pretend so much as you?
A36650	Waking, he smil''d, and must I then be chain''d?
A36650	Was Hector that prodigious Man alone, Who, to save others Lives, expos''d his own?
A36650	Was Stenelus the only valiant He, A Subject fit for lasting Poetry?
A36650	Was only He so brave to dare his Fate, And be the Pillar of a tott''ring State?
A36650	We dare not on your Priviledge intrench, Or ask you why you like''em?
A36650	Well, shall I tamely yield, or must I fight?
A36650	What Millions has he pardon''d of his Foes, Whom Just Revenge did to his Wrath expose?
A36650	What Nymph but my melodious Voice would move?
A36650	What Present worth thy Verse, can Mopsus find?
A36650	What Snowy Arms did I both see and ● eel?
A36650	What Standard is there in a fickle Rout, Which flowing to the Mark, runs faster out?
A36650	What Woods, what Forrests had inti ●''d your stay?
A36650	What a smooth plain, was on her Belly spread?
A36650	What art thou mad, I cry''d, before my face, To steal my wealth, and my new Rival grace?
A36650	What can we hope?
A36650	What can you( Reverend Levi) here take ill?
A36650	What cause is this that ease that rest denies?
A36650	What could he gain, his People to Betray, Or change his Right, for Arbitrary Sway?
A36650	What does thy Poet, but new Verses give?
A36650	What doth the Madman mean?
A36650	What faults he had( for who from faults is free?)
A36650	What great occasion call''d you hence to Rome?
A36650	What if kind Venus should our hearts unite, And force us to adore that Love we slight?
A36650	What if our former Loves return, And our first fires again should burn?
A36650	What madness this?
A36650	What makes the noble Ouz up from the main With hideous roar come bristling back again?
A36650	What mean these streams still falling from thine Eyes, Fast as those sighs from thy swoln bosom rise?
A36650	What means he then, to Alienate the Crown?
A36650	What shou''d I tell how 〈 ◊ 〉 undertake To make a Haven in the Lucrine Lake?
A36650	What should I do?
A36650	What should I do?
A36650	What should she strive to fly?
A36650	What strength can he to your Designs oppose, Naked of Friends, and round beset with Foes?
A36650	What task would not Amyntas undergo, For half the Noble Skill I offer you?
A36650	What then in life, which soon must end, Can all our vain designs intend?
A36650	What then is left, but with a Jealous Eye To guard the Small Remains of Royalty?
A36650	What tho''at last my Cause I clearly gain?
A36650	What thô I tax''d the man with want of sense, Whose generous Love cou''d with the Maid dispence?
A36650	What was the Cause?
A36650	What wonder if the Waves prevail so far When He cut down the Banks that made the bar?
A36650	What wonder, if we court that happiness, Yearly to share, which Hourly You possess?
A36650	What wou''d you have more of a man?
A36650	What wou''dst, if thee indeed some noble race, Or high descent, and glorious name did grace?
A36650	What wretch can bear a live- long Nights dull rest, Or think himself in lazy slumbers blest?
A36650	What''s rarely seen our fancy magnifies, Permitted pleasure who does not despise?
A36650	When Nile, and Achelöus I desplay''d, And Thame, and Ouz, what worm was in my head?
A36650	When Ten years ruin''d Troy, how mean a Name Atrides got?
A36650	When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin, As thou whole Eth''ridg dost tranfuse to thine?
A36650	When sitting all alone within this shade, Which thou so oft thy tender Choice hast made?
A36650	When, from the Vales the jolly cry resounds, What rain or cold shall keep me from my Hounds?
A36650	Whence comes it that Religion and the Laws, Should more be Absalom''s than David''s Cause?
A36650	Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, And rail at Arts he did not understand?
A36650	Where made he love in Prince Nicander''s vein, Or swept the dust in Psyche''s humble strain?
A36650	Where sold he Bargains, Whip- stitch, kiss my Arse, Promis''d a Play and dwindled to a Farce?
A36650	Whilst in ignoble ease I am left behind, And shall I call you cruel, or too kind?
A36650	Who did to th''cruel Boy the power permit Both to Command us, and our Wit?
A36650	Who ever ask''d the Witnesses high Race, Whose Oath with Martyrdom did Stephen grace?
A36650	Who for preferments at a Court would wait, Where every Gudgeon''s nibbling at the bait?
A36650	Who sues for Justice to his Throne in Vain?
A36650	Who the wild Waves, and brackish Sea could chuse, And these still Shades, and these sweet Streams refuse?
A36650	Who would not now a solemn Mourning keep, When Pan himself and fair Lovisa weep?
A36650	Whom flyst thou?
A36650	Whom has he Wrong''d in all his Peacefull Reign?
A36650	Why Gallus?
A36650	Why Philomel dost mourn, the Thracian rage?
A36650	Why am I all the tedious night in pain?
A36650	Why am I forc''d, like Heav''n, against my mind, To make Examples of another Kind?
A36650	Why am I scanted by a Niggard Birth?
A36650	Why are the kisses which he gave betray''d, By the Impression which his teeth had made?
A36650	Why art thou so incorrigibly Civil?
A36650	Why do I see your Billets come and go?
A36650	Why do I wish to sleep, but wish in vain?
A36650	Why do your Locks and rumpled Head- cloaths shew''T was more than usual sleep that made''em so?
A36650	Why does your Bed all tumbled seem to say, See what they''ve done, see where the Lovers lay?
A36650	Why dost thou smile, Triumphant Ravisher?
A36650	Why dost thou weep?
A36650	Why hast thou thus undone thy self and me?
A36650	Why may not my attempts successfull prove, Assisted by Divinity, and Love?
A36650	Why name I Men, when Love extended finds His pow''r on high, and in Celestial Minds?
A36650	Why not as well contend with Phoebus too?
A36650	Why rave I for what crack- brain''d Bards devise, Or name their lewd unconscionable lyes?
A36650	Why shou''d your pow''rfull Charms your pride create, Your pride your onely fault, my onely Fate?
A36650	Why should I speak of the ● 14 Megarian Maid, For Love perfidious, and by Love betray''d?
A36650	Why should I tell, what Vows Corinna made?
A36650	Why should I then Repine at Heavens Decree; Which gives me no Pretence to Royalty?
A36650	Why then should I, encouraging the Bad, Turn Rebel, and run Popularly Mad?
A36650	Why thy old faithfull Souldier wilt thou see Opprest in thy own Tents?
A36650	Why was not I with Fins, like Fishes, made, That I, like them, might in the Deep have play''d?
A36650	Why, Daphnis, dost thou search in old Records, To know the seasons when the stars arise?
A36650	With Her how fast the ● lowing hours run on?
A36650	With what rich globes did her soft bosome swell?
A36650	Without new Gowns, and Coaches, who can live?
A36650	Woud David have you thought his Darling Son?
A36650	Wouldst thou be happy?
A36650	Wouldst thou the Muses too Controll, vain Boy; Nor let their King his Harp Enjoy?
A36650	Ye Naiades, what held you from his aid, When to unpiti''d flames he was betray''d?
A36650	Ye Nyades, why came ye not away?
A36650	Yet did I blush?
A36650	Yet when she child me for my kind Embrace, Did any guilty Blush spread o''er my Face?
A36650	Yet, grant our Lords the People Kings can make, What prudent men a setled Throne woud shake?
A36650	You''l say, what are my pains to you?
A36650	Your Pallet prest, your Bed disorder''d too?
A36650	and why betray Thy usefull Slave, and have her turn''d away?
A36650	can you here feign delay?
A36650	could barbarous rage prevail So far, the sacred Muses to assail?
A36650	could she strive?
A36650	deny?
A36650	hast thou no remorse?
A36650	how did I gazing dye?
A36650	how do I envy thee?
A36650	how long they stay when she is gone?
A36650	how much happier and more safe are they?
A36650	how small his share of Fame?
A36650	let him come for now he may Have thy Lambs stray''d?
A36650	let''em for ever stray: Dorinda frown''d?
A36650	must I dye for Love?
A36650	must I never more my Country see, But in strange Lands an endless Exile be?
A36650	my Alexias, whither do you stray, Whilst in my Maiden Widdow''d bed I lye, More wretched than the Dead, and wish to dye?
A36650	or has Dorinda frown''d?
A36650	or how is it consistent with your Zeal of the publick Welfare, to promote Sedition?
A36650	soft Love with sharp disdain?
A36650	what first shall I bemoan?
A36650	what frenzy fills thy brest?
A36650	what makes all the Trees Begin to bow their heads, the Goats their Knees?
A36650	what tears procure him ease?
A36650	whence came that guilty thought?
A36650	whence should come, Thy sad Complaints to Heaven, and why so long Ungathered on their Trees thy Apples hung?
A36650	whence sprung my ill plac''t Love?
A36650	whither on thy way so fast?
A36650	who made you Iudges in Israel?
A36650	who wou''d on thee rely, And thus at every moment wish to dye?
A36650	whom dost thou avoid?
A36650	whom fly?
A36650	why am I so uneasie grown?
A36650	with what charms did she my Soul surprise?
A36650	with whom?
A36650	— And what Pretence have I To take up Arms for Publick Liberty?
A36650	〈 … 〉 I a young Seaman grow, 〈 … 〉 a Cutlace in my hand?