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Good brother Philip! I Go, wailing verse! the "Grant! O grant! but "Grant! O Dear! on Great gifts and wisdom Grief! find the words!
Haply, the cinders Happy in sleep; waking Hark all you ladies that Hard-hearted minds Hark! how the routed Hark! hark! the noise Hark! hark! their voices Hark! how the Hark! Hark! I hear Have tools good store Have twist likewise Have I caught my Having this day Hear then! but then Heartsease and only I He only like himself He was (woe worth that Her tongue, waking Her yellow locks Hereof when tidings Here then you see Hid whole in heaps of Highway! since you my Him great harms had His bait the least His care was all, how His cork is large His mother dear, Cupid His pallid face His rod or cane His shank hould neither His sports were fair, his His word "was slain," Hope! art thou true How many weeping
I count it better pleasure I curst thee oft, I pity If he had pleased, he If thus his very foes he I heard when Fame I mean not here I might—unhappy word I never drank of I once may I see, when I, on my horse; and I said thou wert most I see my hopes must I see the house! If a true heart and faith If Beauty bright be If floods of tears could If love might sweeten so "If more may be said If Orpheus' voice had If so it hap the offspring "If that any thought If this be love, to draw "If those eyes "If to secret of my I loathe the ling'ring In a grove most rich of Indeed it is a life In highest way of In martial sports I had In midst and centre In myrtle arbours on the In nature apt to like In prison, they him shut In skills that all do seek Incontinent with In this array the Angler In this rude sort began "In this surmise Into a vineyard In truth, O Love! with In welt'ring waves my I sent to know from I should consume to Is that love? Forsooth I then resolved to starve It is most true—that It fortuned as he, that It were not meet to send In wrestling, nimble
Jealous the gaoler
Kent, thy birthdays
Late tired with woe Leave a wretch in Leaving at large Let dainty wits cry on Let him our little castle Let them that list Let us therefore, cry Light rod to strike Like an invader Like some weak lords Lo in a little boat Look in my griefs! and Love born in Greece, of Loving in truth Louder and louder Love! by sure proof "Love makes earth Love more affected Love still a boy, and oft Love whets the dullest Lo! you grow proud
"Madam," quoth I "Madam," quoth I Made my approaches "March!" "March!" Mark what a line Methinks I hear the More ease it were Morpheus! the lively Muses! I oft invoked Music doth witness call Music more lofty swells My Cynthia hath the My bonny lass! My cable is a Constant My decks are all of My keel is framed of "My lord," quoth I My love bound me with My mouth doth water My Muse may well My mainmast made of My sailors are my My saint I keep to me My Sighs shall serve me My words, I know, do My years draw on my
Nations, thy wit; our Nearer and nearer Nearer she comes "Ne ever sing the love Ne her with idle words "Never season was Next unto this Niggard time threats, if Night hath closed all in No longer Fame could No more! my Dear! No, she hates me Nor that admirer Nor with that fish Nor with that Ork Not at the first sight Not that I take upon me Now I find thy looks Now I find thy looks Now I see, O seemly Now I see, O seemly Now falls it out Now fins do serve Now for to take Now lest the Angler Now rhyme, the son of Now see some standing Now sink of sorrow I Now stars concealed Now that of absence the Now that the Angler Now you may see his Nymph of the garden!
O absent presence! O dear life! when shall I O Eyes! which do O fate! O fault! "O God! that such O Grammar rules! "O grief! that liest O happy Thames! that O how the pleasant airs O Joy! too high for my O kiss! which dost those O let me rather O my Thought! my "O sun!" said he O sweet kiss! but ah! O Tears! no tears but O world's deceit O you that hear this Of all the Kings that Of Angling and the Art Of lead likewise Of thine eyes, I made "Of thousands whom in Oft and in vain my Oft with true sighs, oft "Oh, Death! that hast
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