Heigho! chill go to plough no more!
Hence, all you vain delights.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee

369

Herbert 29

Webster 282

Carew 145

Anon. 53

Fletcher 167

Herrick 154

He first deceased; she for a little tried.

Wotton 292

Herrick 303

Herrick 295

Herrick 295

Anon. 79

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How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
How happy is he born and taught.
How happy was I when I saw her lead
How like a winter hath my absence

How near me came the hand of Death
How should I your true love know

I dare not ask a kiss

I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair

I got me flowers to strew Thy way
I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes
would read

I saw fair Chloris walk alone

I saw my Lady weep

I sing the Birth was born to-night

Anon.

Jonson 242

Sidney 142

Peele 252
Herbert 308

Wotton 274

Spenser 232

Shakespeare 201
Wither 287

Shakespeare 222

I struck the board and cried, No more
I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head

Herrick 90

Ayton 182
Herbert 322

Daniel 21

Anon. 137

Anon. 166

Jonson 297

Herbert 313

Brooke 260

If all the world and love were young

Raleigh 41
Jonson 124

If I freely may discover

If love make me forsworn, how shall I

If thou long'st so much to learn, sweet
boy, what 'tis to love

If thou sit here to view this pleasant gar-

Shakespeare 148

Campion 83

Gascoigne 244

den-place
If thou survive my well-contented day Shakespeare 118
In going to my naked bed as one that

would have slept

In the hour of my distress

In the merry month of May
In this world, the Isle of Dreams

In time of yore when shepherds dwelt
Is not thilke the merry month of May
It fell upon a holy eve .

It is not growing like a tree
It was a lover and his lass

Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting

Laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!

Lay a garland on my hearse

Let others look for pearl and gold

Let others sing of knights and Paladines
Let the bird of loudest lay

Let's now take our time

Jonson 277

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Like as a ship, that through the ocean

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Shakespeare 255

Anon. 136

J. Fletcher 255

Shakespeare 223

Shakespeare 193

Anon. 310

Herrick 303

Daniel 116

Shakespeare 289

Herrick 17

wide

Spenser 198

Like as the culver on the barèd bough .

Spenser 289

Like to Diana in her summer weed
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Like to the falling of a star

Like the Idalian queen

Little think'st thou, poor flower

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul

Donne 109

Herbert 324

Lodge 86

Love in my bosom, like a bee

Lodge 75

Love is a sickness full of woes

Love not me for comely grace

Anon. 133

Anon.

147

Maid, will ye love me, yea or no?
Marina's gone, and now sit I

Mark when she smiles with amiable

Most glorious Lord of Life, that on this
day

My Love in her attire doth show her wit
My Love is neither young nor old
My love is strengthen'd, though more

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My spotless love hovers with purest

wings

Shakespeare 201

My Thoughts are wing'd with Hopes, my
Hopes with Love

My thoughts hold mortal strife

My true love hath my heart, and I have

his.

Near to the silver Trent

Never love unless you can

bent to shore

Anon. 177

Drummond 272

Never weather-beaten sail more willing

New doth the sun appear

Campion 31I
Drummond 307

Now that the spring hath filled our veins

Now the hungry lion roars
Now the lusty spring is seen
Now winter nights enlarge

O Cupid! monarch over kings

O gentle Love, ungentle for thy deed
O goodly hand !

O happy dames, that may embrace

O Love, sweet Love, O high and heavenly

Shakespeare 231

Shakespeare 118
Daniel

102

Campion 214

Herrick 26

Browne 25

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J. Fletcher
Campion 307

Lyly 88

Peele 172

Wyat 135

Surrey 206

Anon. 142

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O no, beloved! I am most sure Herbert of Cherbury 265
O never say that I was false of heart Shakespeare 190
O Night, O jealous Night, repugnant to

my measures

Anon. 155

On a day--alack the day!

On a fair morning as I came by the way
On a time the amorous Silvy.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand
Open the door! Who's there within?.
Orpheus with his lute made trees.
Over hill, over dale

Pack clouds away, and welcome day!
Passions are liken'd best to floods and

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares

Roses, their sharp spines being gone

Drummond 310

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Anon. 70
Shakespeare 162
Shakespeare 34

Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil.
See the Chariot at hand here of Love
See where my Love a-maying goes.
See where she sits upon the grassy green
Send home my long-strained eyes to me
Shake off your heavy trance
Shall I compare thee to a summer's
day?

Shakespeare 213

Reynolds 261

Jonson 212

Anon. II
Spenser 57

Donne

F. Beaumont

185

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