INDEX TO FIRST LINES A Book was writ of late called | Hail, Native Language, that by Tetrachordon, 95. At length, my friend, the far- Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, 97. Before the starry threshold of Jove's court, 53. Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy, 26. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in - sinews weak, 8. Harry, whose tuneful and well Hence, loathed Melancholy, 34. Charles and I say it wondering Lady, that in the prime of ear- - thou must know, 264. who Cyriack, this three years' day liest youth, 94. Lawrence, of virtuous father Let us with a gladsome mind, 2. Daughter to that good Earl, Methought I saw my late es- poused saint, 104. Erewhile music, and ethereal Now the bright morning-star, mirth, 23. Fairfax, whose name in arms Day's harbinger, 27. O Fairest flower, no sooner blown O Nightingale that on yon This is the month, and this the When I consider how my spent, 101. This rich marble doth inter, When the blest seed of 30. Vane, young in years, but in sage faithful son, 1. With no rich viands overc I send, 261. Ye flaming Powers, and What needs my Shakespeare for Ye nymphs of Himera his honoured bones, 28. parted from thee never, 98. have shed, 265. Yet once more, O ye laure once more, 87. |