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Since secret spite hath sworn my woe. Breton. II. 240.
Since there's no help come let us kiss and part.

Drayton. II. 305.
Sing lullaby as women do. Gascoigne II. 143.
Sitting by a river's side. Green. II. 162.
Sleep, old man, let silence charm thee. Beaumont.

III. 53.
Sleep, silence' child sweet father of soft rest. Drum.

mond. III. 55.
So glides along the wanton brook. E. of Pembroke.

III. 32.
So light is love in matchless beauty shining. Anon,

III. 117.
Somnus the humble god that dwells. Denham. III,

Spring of beauty, mine of pleasure, Collop. III. 356.
Stay, Clarastella, prithee stay. Heath. III. 293.
Steer, hither steer your winged pines. Brown.III.89.
Still-born silence, thou that art. Fleckno. III. 308.
Still do the stars impart their light. Cartwright. Iļi.

Still to be neat, still to be drest. Jonson. II. 349.
Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content. Green,

II. 158.
Sweet bird that sing'st away the early hours. Drum-

mond. III. 61.
Sweet I do not pardon crave. Davison. III. 14.
Sweet solitary life thou true repose. Lodge. II. 259.
Sweet spring thou turn'st with all thy goodly train.

Druninond. III. 60.
Sweet violets, love's paradise that spread. Raleigh.

II. 181.
Sweetly breathing vernal air. Carew. III. 131.

Take, oh take those lips away. Beaumont and Fletcher:

III. 47.
Tell me, dearest, what is love. Beaumont and Fletcher,

III. 50.
Tell me not of joy, there's none. Cartwright. III. 207,

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind. Lovelace. III.

249. Tell me, Utrechia, since my fate. Carew. III. 144. Tell me where is Fancy bred. Shakspeare. II. 312. Tell me ye wandering spirits of the air. Anon.III. 396. Thanks, fair Urania, to your scorn. Sedley. III. 373. That which her slender waist confin'd. Waller. III.

170. The dawning day begins to glare. John Hall. II. 93. The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy. Q.

Elizabeth. II. 134. The earth late choak'd with showers. Lodge. II. 261. The fountains drink caves subterrene. Fleckno. III.

307. The glories of our blood and state. Shirley. III. 107. The lopped tree in time may grow again. Southwell.

II. 167. The maple with a scarry skin. Hannay. III. 111. The mist is gone that blear'd mine eyes. Anon. II.

354. The monument which thou beholdest here. Ld. Her.

bert of Cherbury. III. 38. The rushing rivers that do run. Googe. II. 147. The smoky sighs, the bitter tears. Anon. II. 71. The silly swain whose love breeds discontent. Anon.

II. 361. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings.

Ld. Surrey. II. 53 The sturdy rock for all his strength. Yloop. II. 123. The sun, the season in each thing. W. H. II. 359. The ways on earth have paths and turnings known.

E. of Essex. II. 327. The woods, the rivers, and the meadows green.

Spenser. II. 205. There's no dallying with love. Sherburne. III. 234. There was a man of stature big. Warner. II. 268. There were three ravens sat on a tree. Anon. II.

119. This crystal here. John Hall. III. 298. This garden does not take my eyes. Shirley. III. 104,

This life of ours is like a rose. E. of Sterling. III. 28.
This world a hunting is. Drummond. III. 61.
Think not 'cause men flattering say. Carew. III.

132. Thou art not fair for all thy red and white. Sylvester.

II. 301. Thou art pretty but inconstant. Anon. III. 319. Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves.

Fanshaw. III. 194. Thou ever youthful god of wine. Nabbes.' III. 212. Thou silent moon that look'st so pale. Anon. III. - 323. Thou youthful goddess of the morn. Sherburne. III.

236. Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair. Stanley.

III. 286. Though winds do rage as winds were wood. Tusser.

H. 117. Though you be absent here I needs must say. Cowley.

III. 254. Thrice happy he who by some shady grove. Drum.

mond. III. 59. Thy beauty subject of my song I make. Smith. II. 342. Tine I ever must complain. Hagthorpe. III. 112. Time is a feather'd thing. Mayne. III. 156. 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood. Beaumont

and Fletcher. III. 46. 'Tis now since I sat down before. Suckling. III.

219. 'Tis very true I thought you once as fair. Cowley,

III. 255. To carve our loves in myrtle rinds. Cartwright. III. • 204. To die dame nature did man frame. Yloop. II. 122. To love unlov'd it is a pain. Scot, II. 95. To these whom death again did wed. Crashaw. III,

200. To this my song give ear who list. Anon. II. 73. Tune on my pipe the praises of my love. Green, II. 159. VOL. III.

U. Unclose those eye-lids and outshine. Glapthorne. III.

215. Under the green-wood tree. Shakspeare. II. 316.

w. Walking in a shadowy grove. Belchier. III. 39. Wantons, 'tis not your sweet eyings. Wither. III.68. We that have known no greater state. Heywood.III.24. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. Beaumont and

Fletcher. III. 49. Well then, I now do plainly see. Cowley. III. 258. What bird so sings, yet so does wail. Lylie. II. 211. What is th' existence of man's life. King. III. 91. What makes Admetus sad? whate'er it be. Anon.

III. 118. What pleasures have great princes. Anon. II. 357, What shall become of man so wise. Sedley. III. 378. What sudden chance or change is this. Willoby. II,

339. What thing is beauty nature's dearest minion. Anon.

III. 122. What though with figures I should raise. Nabbes.

III. 214. When all is done and said. Ld. Vaux. II. 58. When as thine eye hath chose the dame, Shakspeare.

II. 317. When Cupid scaled first the fort. Ld. Vaux. II. 55. When daisies pied and violets blue. Shakspeare, II.

309. When, dearest beauty, thou shalt pay. Stanley. III.

291. When I by thy fair shape did swear. Lovelace. III.

250. When I go musing all alone. Burton. III. 6. When I to you of all my woes complain. Davison,

III. 11. When I was fair and young, then favour graced me.

E, of Oxford. II. 137. When icicles hang by the wall. Shakspeare. II. 311.

When love with unconfined wings. Lovelace. III. 251.
When May is in his prime. 'Edwards. II. 111.
When May is in his prime, and youthful spring. :

Watson. II. 277.
When nature heard men thought her old. D'Avenant.

III. 161. When on my sick bed I languish. Flatman. III. 364. When Phenix shall have many makes. Turbervile.

II. 154. When the monthly-horned queen. Mennis and Smith.

III. 358. When the sad ruin of that face. Beedome. III. 242. When the straight columns on whose well-knit chine.

Delaune. III. 244. When to her lute Corinna sings. Campion. III. 19. When wert thou born, Desire. E. of Oxford. II. 139. When whispering strains do softly steal. Strode. III.

148. When women first dame nature wrought. Edwards.

II. 109. When you the sun-burnt pilgrim see. Carew. III. 136. Whence comes my love, oh heart disclose. Harring

ton. II. 284. Where Cupid's fort hath made a way. Anon. II. 355. Where seething sighs and sower sobs. Ld. Vaux. I1.60. Where the bee sucks there lurk I. Shakspeare. II.

313. Where wit is over-rul’d by will. Davison. III. 12. When words are weak, and foes encountering strong.

Southwell. II. 166. While I listen to thy voice. Waller. III. 177. While the moon with sudden gleam. Anon. III. 324. Whilom in the winter's rage. Green. II. 160. Whilst early light springs from the skies. Cartwright.

III. 208. Who is it that this dark night. Sidney. II. 226. Who is Silvia, what is she. Shakspeare. II. 314. Why doth the ear so tempt the voice. Habington.

III. 182. Why fearest thou thy outward' foe. Anon. II. 65:

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