ALPHABETICAL LIST OF THE SPECIMENS. A. A FACE that should content me wondrous well. A man may live thrice Nestor's life. Norton. II. 136. A silly shepherd woo'd, but wist not. Anon. III. 414. A time there was, and divers there be yet. Anon. III. 145. A vale there is, enwrapt with dreadful shades. Southwell. II. 204. A woman's face is full of wiles. Gifford. II. 209. About the sweet bag of a bee. Herrick. III. 309. Ah! when will this long weary day have end. Spenser. II. 237. All my senses, like beacon's flame. Ld Brook. II. 267. Watson. Am I despis'd because you say. Herrick. III. 310. Amongst the myrtles as I walk'd. Carew. III. 164. And though for her sake I'm crost. Wither. III. 96. And would you see my mistress' face. Campion. III. 23. Anger in hasty words or blows. Waller. III. 191. Another scorns the home-spun thread of rhymes. Hall. April is past! then do not shed. Kinaston. III. 267. As poor Aurelia sat alone. Veel. III. 402. As then the sky was calm and fair. Peacham. II. 412. Ask me no more where Jove bestows. Carew. III. 168. Ask me why I send you here. Carew. III. 163. At liberty I sit, and see. Anon. II. 96. Away, fond thing! tempt me no more. Cokain. III. 218. Away with these self-loving lads. Ld. Brook. II. 266. B. Beauties, have ye seen this toy. Jonson. II. 390. Beauty clear and fair. Beaumont and Fletcher. III. 66. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew. Daniel. II. 319. Because I breathe not love to every one. Sidney. II. 255. Before my face the picture hangs. Southwell. II. 201. Being your slave, what should I do, but tend. Shakspeare. II. 352. Beware, fair maid, of mighty courtiers' oaths. Sylvester. II. 330. Blame not my lute, though it do sound. John Hall. II. 118. Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads. Vaughan. III. 331. Blow, blow thou winter-wind. Shakespeare. II. 342. But let the Kentish lad that lately taught. G. Fletcher. III. 57. C. Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms. Milton. III. Cotton. III. 368. Waller. III. 189. grove. Dryden. III. Sedley. III. 387. Crashaw. III. 224. Shakespeare. II. 348. Cloris, I cannot say your eyes. man. II. 294. Come, little infant! love me now. Marvell. III. 296. Come, live with me, and be my dear. Raleigh. II. 225. Come, live with me, and be my love. Marlowe. II. 327. Come, my Celia, let us prove. Jonson. II. 388. Come, O come, I brook no stay. Cartwright. III. 237. Come, spur away. Randolph. III. 211. Coelia jealous, lest I did. Hannay. III. 135. Cruel you be, who can say nay. Puttenham. II. 164. Cupid, I scorn to beg the art. D. Daphnis must from Chloe part. Lylie. II. 243. Fane. III. 406. Anon. III. 409. Marvell. III. 292. Dear, do not your fair beauty wrong. May. III. 134. Dear! I to thee this diamond commend. Sir John Harington. II. 314. Dear quirister, who from those shadows sends. Drummond. III. 75. Did you behold that glorious star, my dear. Prestwich. III. 327. Disdain me not without desert. Wyatt. II. 46. Do not conceal thy radiant eyes. Kinaston. III. 265. Down, stormy Passions, down! no more. King. III. 118. Draw near. Stanley. III. 316. Draw on, sweet Night, best friend unto those cares. Anon. III. 142. Drink to me only with thine eyes. Jonson. II. 389. E. Early, cheerful, mounting lark. Davis. II. 372. E'en such is time; which takes in trust. Raleigh. II. 224. F. Faint amorist! what, dost thou think. Sidney. II. 248. Fair Amynta, art thou mad. Sedley. III. 392. Fame, honour, beauty, state, trains, blood, and birth. Digby. III. 179. Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever. Wyatt. II. 48. Fear no more the heat o' th' sun. Shakespeare. II. 350. Fierce tyrant, Death, who in thy wrath didst take. E. of Sterline. III. 35. Fine young folly, though you were. Habington. III. 203. From Tuscane came my lady's worthy race. E. of Surrey. II. 55. Fuscus is free, and hath the world at will. Davis. II. 371. G. Gaze not on thy beauty's pride. Carew. III. 165. 208. Give place, ye lovers, here before. E. of Surrey. II. 59. Give place, you ladies, and be gone. Anon. II. 99. Go, soul, the body's guest. Sylvester. II. 333. Good huswife provides, ere a sickness do come. Tusser. II. 145. |