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Fame, honour, beauty, state, trains, blood, and birth. Digby. III. 154. Fear no more the heato' th'sun. Shakspeare. II. 315. Fierce tyrant death, that in thy wrath didst take. E. of Sterling. III. x6. Fine young folly, though you were. Habington. III. .
From Tuscane came my lady s worthy race. Ld. Surrey. II. 46.
Fuscus is free, and hath the world at will. Davis. II. 337
Gaze not on thy beauty's pride. Carew. III. 139.
- Greensleeves was all my joy. Anon. III. 327.
Hail, thou fairest of all creatures. Wither. III. 70. Happy is that state of his. Brathwayt. III. 83. Happy, oh happy he who not affecting. Anon. III.
Having interr'd her infant birth. Ld. Herbert of
Cherbury. HI. 34He first deceas'd, she for a little tried. Wotton. 11.334. He that lovesa rosy cheek. Carew. III. 137. He whose active thoughts disdain. Stanley. III. 287. Hear, ye virgins, and I'll teach. Herrick. III. 281. Hears not my Phillis, how the birds. Sedley. III. 375* Heart-tearing cares, and quivering fears. Wotton. II. 33i
Hence all you vain delights Beaumont and Fletcher. III. 4«
Hence away thou Syren leave me. Wither. III. 74.
Here Celia for thy sake I part. Waller. III. 171.
Here's to thee Dick, this whining love despise. Cowley. III. 253.
Honest lover whosoever. Suckling. III. 217..
How eager are our vain pursuits. Veel. III. 381.
How happy a thing were a wedding. Flatman. III. 363
How I laugh at their fond wish. Gomersall. III. 150.
I ask not one in whom all beauties grow. Cowley. III. 254
I being care, thou fliest me as ill fortune. Constable.
Daniel. II. 289.
Daniel. II. 288. I pray thee love, love me no more. Drayton. II. 305. I prithee leave this peevish fashion. Brome. III. 273.
I read how Salmacis sometime with sight. Turbervile. H. Iji.
I see there is no sort. Anon, II. 72. I tell thee Dick where I have been. Suckling. III. 221. I walk'd along a stream for pureness rare. Marlowe. II. 297. I weigh not fortune's frown or smile. Sylvester. II. 300. I with whose colours Myra drest her head. Ld. Brook.
II. 234. I'll tell you whence the rose did first grow red. Anon.
If banish'd sleep and watchful care. Turbervile. II. r50.
If ever sorrow spoke from soul that loves. Constable.
Ifmarriage life yield such content. Brathwayt. III. 81.
slept. Edwards. II. 113.
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In thy fair breast, and once fair soul. SirR. Howard.
In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. Watson. II. 279. Insulting beauty, you mis-spend. E.of Rochester. III. 384
Invest my head with fragrant rose. Heath. III. 292.'
Laid in my quiet bed to rest. Gifford. II. 175.
Daniel. II. 286.
198. Love in fantastic triumph sat. Behn. III. 339.
M. Madam, withouten many words. Wyatt. II. 43.
Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer. Spenser.
My heedless heart, which love yet never knew. Wat-
My lute awake, perform the last. Anon. II. 63. My lute be as thou wast when thou didst grow. Drum-
mond. III. 56.
My Phillis hath the morning sun. Dyer. II. 156.