I, with whose colours Myra drest her head. Greville, 55 Jog on, jog on, the footpath way. Shakespeare, 99 Lady! you are with beauties so enriched. Davison, 130 Leave me, O love, which reachest but to dust. Sidney, 191 Daniel, 197 Love in a humour played the prodigal. Drayton, 199 Love in my bosom like a bee. Lodge, 60 Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show. Sidney, 186 Martial, the things that do attain. Earl of Surrey, 10 Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. Ralegh, 193 My Daphne's hair is twisted gold. Lyly, 45 My flocks feed not, my ewes breed not. Barnfield, 129 My galley charged with forgetfulness. Wyatt, 184 My lady's presence makes the roses red. Constable, 196 My love to scorn, my service to retain. Wyatt, 183 My mind to me a kingdom is. Dyer, 15 My Phyllis hath the morning sun. Lodge, 63 My shag-hair Cyclops, come let's ply. Lyly, 44 My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love. Campion, 105 My true-love hath my heart and I have his. Sidney, 54 Never love unless you can. Campion, 108 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul. Shakespeare, 214 Now have I learned, with much ado at last. A. W., 132 Now I'm furnished for the flight. Middleton, 137 Now of a flight at brook shall my description be. Drayton, 255 Now whilst the moon doth rule the sky. J. Fletcher, 140 Now winter nights enlarge. Campion, 109 Of Albion's glorious isle, the wonders whilst I write. Drayton, 253 Of your trouble, Ben, to ease me. Jonson, 116 O fly, my soul; what hangs upon. Shirley, 157 O happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear. Sidney, 190 Shakespeare, 97 O mistress mine, where are you roaming. O stealing Time, the subject of delay. Sidney, 53 O War! begot in pride and luxury. Daniel, 248 O words, which fall like summer dew on me. Sidney, 55 Pack clouds, away, and welcome, day. Heywood, 110 Queen and huntress, chaste and fair. Jonson, 11I Restore thy tresses to the golden ore. Daniel, 197 Riches, and conquest, and renown I sing. Chapman, 250 Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread. Sidney, 52 Rose-cheeked Laura, come. Campion, 105 Roses, their sharp spines being gone. J. Fletcher, 149 See the chariot at hand here of Love. Jonson, 117 Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green. Earl of Surrey, 185 Greville, 57 Shakespeare, 210 Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Shakespeare, 95 Sing to Apollo, God of day. Lyly, 46 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears. Jonson, 111 Some praise the looks, and others praise the locks. Lodge, 195 Nashe, 101 So pitiful a thing is Suter's state. Spenser, 285 Donne, 122 Take, O, take those lips away. Shakespeare, 98 Drayton, 280 That time of year thou mayst in me behold. Shakespeare, 211 The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed. A. W., 131 The famous warriors of anticke world. Spenser, 204 The glories of our blood and state. Shirley, 158 The green that you did wish me wear. Turberville, 12 Then write, quoth she, the ruin of my youth. Daniel, 245 There is a lady sweet and kind. Anon., 129 There is not now that mankind which was then. Donne, 271 The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings. Earl of Surrey, 184 238 Warner, The ways on earth have paths and turnings known. Earl of Essex, 102 Davies, 263 The World's a bubble and the life of man. Bacon, 76 To me, fair friend, you never can be old. Shakespeare, 213 Two loves I have of comfort and despair. Shakespeare, 216 Underneath this sable hearse. Jonson, 120 Under the greenwood tree. Shakespeare, 95 Us caitiffs then a far more dreadful chance. Earl of Surrey, 218 Victorious men of earth, no more. Shirley, 157 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse. Shakespeare, 212 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee. Greene, 67 Weep you no more sad fountains. Anon., 90 We sport in tents. Middleton, 138 We think the heavens enjoy their spherical. Donne, 273 What man henceforth that breatheth vitall aire. Spenser, 43 When aged Priam spied. Chapman, 225 Greville, 56 When daisies pied and violets blue. Shakespeare, 92 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced. Shakespeare, 210 When Priam's son in midst of Ida's plain. Watson, 192 Who travailes by the weary wandring way. Spenser, 259 Why sigh you, swain? this passion is not common. Randolph, 167 With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies. Sidney, 186 Work, work apace, you blessed sisters three. Griffin, 205 Ye buds of Brutus' land, courageous youths. Gifford, 19 Ye dayntye Nymphs, that in this blessed brooke. Spenser, 28 Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle. Spenser, 202 You meaner beauties of the night. Wotion, 109 You virgins that did late despair. Shirley, 156 |