Still govern thou my song
Such joy ambition finds
Such sober certainty of waking bliss
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
Sum of earthly bliss, The
Sun to me is dark, The
Surer to prosper than prosperity
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly.
Swinish gluttony
Syene, and where the shadow both way falls.
Sylvarum liber
Tandem, chare, tuæ mihi pervenere tabelle
Te, qui conspicuus baculo fulgente solebas
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth
That golden key that opes the palace of eternity
That power which erring men call Chance
Their fatal hands no second stroke intend
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Then passed he to a flowery mountain green
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
There can be slain
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme
This is the month and this the happy morn
This is true Liberty, when freeborn men
This rich marble doth inter
Those graceful acts
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Thousand fantasies, A
Thousands at his bidding speed
Thrice he assay'd, and thricee in spite of scorn
Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood
Thus with the year seasons return
Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline
Thy land to favour graciously
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold
Timely dew of sleep. The
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity
'Tis you that say it, not I, You do the deeds
To a virtuous young lady
To be weak is miserable
To Cyriak Skinner
To God our strength sing loud and clear
To know that which before us lies in daily life
To Mr. H. Lawes on his airs