Since Christ embraced the Cross itself, dare I i. 153
Since every tree begins to blossom now ii. 287
Since I am coming to that Holy room i. 194

Since she must go, and I must mourn, come night i. 116
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls ii.

Sir, say not that you love, unless you do ii. 292
Sir, though-I thank God for it-I do hate ii. 169
Sleep, next society and true friendship ii. 193

Sleep, sleep, old sun, thou canst not have repass'd i. 155
Smug the smith for ale and spice ii. 269

Some man unworthy to be possessor i. 32

Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I i. 35
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss i. 63

Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way ii. 89
Soul's joy, now I am gone i. 65

Spit in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side i. 149
Stand still, and I will read to thee i. 68

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise i. 19

Stay, view this stone, and if thou be'st not such ii. 231
Such as I have to my own heart propounded ii. 305
Sweetest love, I do not go i. 14

Take heed of loving me i. 62

Tamely, frail body, abstain to-day; to-day i. 156
Tell her, if she to hired servants show ii. 59
That I might make your cabinet my tomb ii. IOI
That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime ii. 43
The heavens rejoice in motion; why should I i. 129
The sunbeams in the east are spread i. 88

The State and men's affairs are the best plays ii. 303
This is my play's last scene; here heaven's appoint i.
146

This twilight of two years, not past, nor next ii. 23
This was, for youth, strength, mirth, and wit, that time
i. xxxix

Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white ii. 305
Thou art not so black as my heart i. 61
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay? i. 144
Thou in the field walks't out thy supping hours ii. 269
Thou sent st to me a heart was sound ii. 306

Thou shalt not laugh in this leaf, Muse, nor they ii. 188
Thou which art I-'tis nothing to be so ii. I

Thou, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now i. 174 Though I be dead and buried, yet I have ii. 48 Thy father all from thee, by his last will ii. 200 Thy flattering picture, Phryne, like thee ii. 200 Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchain ii. 32 Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ii. 200 Thy Storm described hath set thy name afloat i. xxxv. Till I have peace with thee, war other men ii. 250 'Tis loss to trust a tomb with such a guest ii. III 'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's i. 38 'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? i. 19

To have written then, when you writ, seemed to me ii. 2 To make the doubt clear, that no woman's true i. 125 To what a cumbersome unwieldiness i. 50

True love finds wit, but he whose wit doth move ii. 272 Twice or thrice had I loved thee i. 18

Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear ii. 199 Two souls move here, and mine, a third, must move ii. 116

4

Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall ii. 199
Unseasonable man, statue of ice i. 78

Upon this Primrose hill i. 56

Vengeance will sit above our faults; but till i. 173
Victorious beauty I though your eyes ii. 255

Well died the world, that we might live to see ii. 93
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin ii. 179
What if I come to my mistress' bed ii. 258

What if this present were the world's last night? i. 150
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead i. 42
When I am dead, and doctors know not why i. 59
When I do love, my mistress must be fair ii. 292

When last I died, and, dear, I die i. 16

When my dear friend could write no more i. 252

When my grave is broke up again i. 57

When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone ii. 95

Where is that holy fire, which verse is said ii. 56

Where, like a pillow on a bed i. 46

Wherefore peep'st thou, envious day? ii. 270

Whether that soul which now comes up to you ii. 90

Whilst yet to prove i. 66

Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm i. 53
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows i. 36
Whoever loves, if he do not propose i. 132

Who makes the last a pattern for next year ii. 9
Who now shall grudge to die, or not desire ii. 299
Whoso terms love a fire, may like a poet ii. 270
Why are we by all creatures waited on? i. 150
Why chose she black? was it that in whiteness ii. 286
Why dost thou, dear, affect thy viol so ii. 269
Why should not pilgrims to thy body come ii, 295
Why this man gelded Martial I muse ii. 201
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun i. 195
Wilt thou love God as He thee? then digest i. 152

You have refined me, and to worthiest things- ii. 17
Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth you ii.

200

You that are she, and you that's double she ii. 55

THE END.

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