I never drank of Aganippe well, 188
Leave me, O love! which reachest but to dust, 191
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, 186
O happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear, 190
Stella, since thou so right a princess art, 190
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame, 189
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies, 186
SOUTHWELL, ROBERT (1561?-1595)
As I in hoary winter's night, stood shivering in the snow, 81
SPENSER, EDMUND (1552?-1599)
But ah! beleeve me there is more then so, 259
So forth issew'd the Seasons of the yeare (Faerie Queene), 172
So pitiful a thing is Suter's state (Mother Hubberds Tale), 285
What man henceforth that breatheth vitall ayre (Daphnaida), 43
When thus our pipes we both had wearied well (Colin Clout), 243
Who travailes by the wearye wandring way (Faerie Queene), 259
Ye dayntye Nymphs, that in this blessed brooke (Shepheard's Calender), 28
Ye learned Sisters, which have oftentimes (Epithalamion), 31
Sonnets. After long stormes and tempests sad assay, 204
Faire Proud! now tell me, why should faire be proud, 203
Fresh Spring the herald of love's mighty king, 205
How long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure? 202
Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde, 203
The famous warriors of anticke world, 204
The soverayne beauty which I doo admire, 201
Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle, 202
STEVENSON, WILLIAM (1530?-1575)
I can not eat but little meat, 16
TURBERVILLE, GEORGE (1540?-1610?)
The green that you did wish me wear, 12
VAUX, THOMAS, LORD (1510-1556)
How can the tree but waste and wither away? 7
When all is done and said, 8
VERE, EDWARD DE, EARL OF OXFORD (1550-1604)
Come hither, Shepherd swain, 20
If women could be fair, and never fond, 22
If love be life, I long to die, 133
Now have I learned with much ado at last, 132
The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed, 131
WARNER, WILLIAM (1558?—1609)
The Spaniards' long time care and cost, invincible surnamed (Albion's
WATSON, THOMAS (1557?-1592)
Sonnets. If Jove himself be subject unto love, 193
When Priam's son in midst of Ida's plain, 192
WEBSTER, JOHN (1580?-1625?)
All the flowers of the spring, 154
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, 153
WOTTON, SIR HENRY (1568—1639)
You meaner beauties of the night, 109
WYATT, SIR THOMAS (1503?—1542)
And wilt thou leave me thus, 5
Blame not my lute, for he must sound, 4
Forget not yet the tried intent, 6
If thou wilt mighty be, flee from the rage, 3
My lute awake! perform the last, I
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek,
To join the mean with each extremity (Satire), ▲
What 'vaileth truth, or by it to take pain? I
Sonnets. Like unto those unmeasurable mountains, 183
My galley charged with forgetfulness, 184
My love to scorn my service to retain, 183
After long stormes and tempests sad assay. Spenser, 204
A gentle squire would gladly entertain. Hall, 286
Ah I remember well-and how can I.
Alas, so all things now do hold their peace.
All the flowers of the spring. Webster, 154
All ye that lovely lovers be. Peele, 65
All ye woods, and trees, and bowers. J. Fletcher, 141
And now at length the joyful time drew on.
And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare. Shakespeare, 169
And wilt thou leave me thus. Wyatt, 5
A paradise on earth is found. Drayton, 179
Are they shadows that we see? Daniel, 80
Are women fair? aye wondrous fair to see to.
Arm, arm, arm, arm, the scouts are all come in. J. Fletcher, 146
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers.
As I in hoary winter's night. Southwell, 81
Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure.
Dekker, 134
Sidney, 187
Barnes, 194
Beauty, clear and fair. J. Fletcher, 150
Beauty arise! show forth thy glorious shining.
Because I breathe not love to every one.
Begs Love, which whilom was a deity?
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware. Sidney, 189
Blame not my lute, for he must sound. Wyatt, 4
Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Shakespeare, 96
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit.
But ah! beleeve me there is more then so.
But this is Learning; to have skill to throw.
By our first strange and fatal interview.
Drayton, 199
Spenser, 259
Chapman, 269
Donne, 125
Webster, 153
Daniel, 198
J. Fletcher, 144
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night.
Care charming sleep, thou easer of all woes.
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow. Dekker, 136
Charon, O, Charon. J. Fletcher, 145
Clear Ankor on whose silver sanded shore. Drayton, 200
Come all the world, submit yourselves to care. Breton, 18
Come away, come away, death. Shakespeare, 97
Come, come, dear Night, Love's mart of kisses. Chapman, 75
Come hither, Shepherd swain. Earl of Oxford, 20
Come leave the loathed stage. Jonson, 289
Come live with me and be my love. Marlowe, 90
Come, my Celia, let us prove. Jonson, 112
Come, sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving. Beaumont, 151
Come, sleep! O sleep, the certain knot of peace. Sidney, 187
Come spur away. Randolph, 164
Come unto these yellow sands. Shakespeare, 100
Come worthy Greek! Ulysses, come.
Come! you pretty false-ey'd wanton. Campion, 107
Coridon, arise, my Coridon. Anon., 72
Cupid abroad was 'lated in the night. Greene, 69
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd. Lyly, 45
Cynthia to thy power and thee. Beaumont, 152
Cynthia, whose glories are at full for ever.
Dearest, do not you delay me. J. Fletcher, 147
Deceiving world, that with alluring toys. Greene, 71
Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly. Constable, 77
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each muse. Jonson, 275
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth.
Drink to-day and drown all sorrow. J. Fletcher, 151
Drink to me only with thine eyes. Jonson, 113
Early in May up got the jolly rout. Randolph, 162
Even such is time, that takes on trust.
Faint Amorist, what! dost thou think.
Fain would I change that note. Anon., 128
Faire Proud! now tell me, why should faire be proud. Spenser, 203
Fair is my love, for April in her face. Greene, 66
Fair and fair, and twice so fair. Peele, 64
Fairest Virgin, now adieu. J. Fletcher, 140
Fair stood the wind for France. Drayton, 83
Fear no more the heat o' the sun. Shakespeare, 99
Feed on, my flocks, securely. Constable, 77
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new! Anon., 88
First shall the heavens want stairy light. Lodge, 58
Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet. Campion, 102
Forget not yet the tried intent. Wyatt, 6
For pity, pretty eyes, surcease. Lodge, 64
For tell me, critic, is not fiction. Marston, 288
For that brave Sun, the Father of the Day. Davies, 261
Forthwith Fame flieth through the great Libyan towns.
Surrey, 220
For what is life, if measured by the space.
Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king.
From witty men and mad. Randolph, 163
From you I have been absent in the spring.
Full fathom five thy father lies. Shakespeare,
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
Shakespeare, 213
101
Shakespeare, 209
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet. Ralegh, 26
Give pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries.
Give place, ye lovers, here before. Earl of Surrey, 9
God Lyeus ever young. J. Fletcher, 145
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes. Dekker, 134
Good and great God, can I not think of Thee. Jonson, 114
Good folk, for gold or hire. Drayton, 81
Go, soul, the body's guest. Ralegh, 24
Hail, happy Genius of this ancient pile! Jonson, 279
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings.
Shakespeare, 100
Have done with care, my hearts! aboard amain. Peele, 241
Have you a desire to see. Hausted, 168
Haymakers, rakers, reapers and mowers.
Hear ye ladies that despise. J. Fletcher, 144
Hence all you vain delights. J. Fletcher, 148
Her chariot ready straight is made. Drayton, 174
Her inward worth all outward show transcends.
He that of such a height hath built his mind.
Highway since you my chief Parnassus be.
His golden locks time hath to silver turned.
How can the tree but waste and wither away.
Sidney, 54
Daniel, 266
Sidney, 188
Peele, 66
Lord Vaux, 7
How long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure. Spenser, 202
How round the world goes, and everything that's in it. Middleton, 138
I can not eat but little meat. Stevenson, 16
I care not for these ladies. Campion, 103
If all the world and love were young. Ralegh, 22
If fathers knew but how to leave. Anon., 127
If Jove himself be subject unto love. Watson, 193
If love be life, I long to die.
A. W., 133
If music and sweet poetry agree. Barnfield, 206
If Orpheus' voice had force to breathe. Sidney, 49
If thou survive my well contented day. Shakespeare, 208
If thou wilt mighty be, flee from the rage. Wyatt, 3
If women could be fair, and never fond. Earl of Oxford, 22
I have a mistress for perfections rare. Randolph, 164
I have done one braver thing. Donne, 121
G. Fletcher, 195
Drayton, 82
I know as well as you she is not fair. Anon., 158
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost.
In going to my naked bed. Edwardes, 10
In meantime flew our ships. Chapman, 231
I never drank of Aganippe well. Sidney, 188
In the merry month of May. Breton, 18
In time the strong and stately turrets fall.
I pray thee leave, love me no more.
I saw likewise stand. Chapman, 229
I saw my lady weep. Anon., 89
I serve a mistress, whiter than the snow.
I shall thee guide, first to the grisly lake.
I tell thee, priest, when shoemakers make
It was a beauty that I saw. Jonson, 115
It was a lover and his lass.
It was a valley gaudy green.
I walked along a stream, for
Munday, 47
Sackville, 233
shoes. Gascoigne, 284
Shakespeare, 96
Greene, 69
pureness rare. Marlowe, 91
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