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Oh! now I know them On Cupid's bow, how On force of words she Only joy! now here you. Or as THAUMANTIS Or if I myself find not Or to beguile another Or when cold BOREAS Or when land floods "Our Astrophil did Our then Ambassador Out! traitor Absence!
Pardon mine ears! both Pass forth in doleful Peace! I think that Phillisides is dead! Place pensive wails his Prime youth lusts not Proceeded on with no Phoebus was judge Prostrate they fell
Queen Virtue's Court Quit! quit for shame Quoth Beauty, "No! Quoth Beauty, "Well!
Reason! in faith, thou Raising my hope on Reign in my thoughts Restore thy treasure Rich fools there be Round handsome hooks
See how she dives into See! see! the Rearward See the hand that See the main body See where a liquid See where another She beaten bark She calleth first on She comes! and straight She, when she saw her Sigh they did, but now Silence augmenteth Since sweet sleep her Since the first look that Sit then THALIA So as he raged amongst So deadly was the dint So doth the bullhead So for the roach So must the Angler So neither if Don So shalt thou have So then it shall be So, though the Angler So to the wood went I So when the leaves So worse and worse Some lovers speak Some youthful gallant Soul's joy! bend not "Stella, a nymph Stella! fiercest Stella hath refused me! Stella hath refused me! "Stella! in whose "Stella! in whose body Stella is sick, and in Stella oft sees the very Stella! since thou so Stella! Sovereign of Stella the fair! the Stella! the fulness of the Stella! the only planet Stella! think not that I Stella! whence doth this Stella! while now "Stella! whose voice Straight down under a Such skill, matched Sure NEPTUNE'S watery Surely all Adonis* Sweet! alas, why strive Sweet Bride! then may Sweet kiss! thy sweets Sweet swelling lip!
Tears, vows and That day their Hannibal "That England is a That herb of some That hook I love That you heard was but The arms the which The beasts, birds, stones The beaten bark The bending trees "The blaze whereof The brave shall triumph The chavender amidst The chavender and chub The common Sense The curious wits, seeing The crocodile that weeps The eagle marked with The eighth is Knowledge Th'eleventh good gift The fifth good gift The first is Faith The Forlorn now halts The tree that coffins The general sorrow that The gods, which all The hills and mountains Then let the chill Sirocco The lily in the field The lofty woods The man is blest The mightly luce The next assault uneven The night is passed The ninth is Placability. The noble Duke who The only bird alone The other kind that are The rest of her The salmon swift The second gift The sixth is painful The sky-bred eagle The sly enchanter The smaller end The squadron nearest The star of my mishap The sun, lo, hastened The swan that was The Tablet of my heavy The third is Love The turtle dove with The twelfth and last The wisest scholar of the The worthy in disgrace Their caps are furred Their ears hungry of Their lances are the Their partisans are fine Then adieu, dear flock! Then all our wives "Then Astrophil hath Then Beauty bade to Then Beauty stept "Then being filled Then buy your hooks Then Craft the Crier Then did DEUCALION Then end to end Then Fineness thought Then followeth Patience Then first Desire began Then gathering wind, to Then get good hair Then go into some great Then hoisting sails, they Then Ignorance the Then let him go Then let Old WINTER Then let your hook Then look where as that Then must you have Then on your lines "Then Pallas afterward Then pushed soldiers Then Reason, Princess Then she spake, her Then shall our healths Then see on yonder side Then Skill rose up and Then spake fair Venus Then take good cork Then those Knights Then Three at once did "Then to myself, will I Then twist them finely There his well-woven There he was fed with There his hands in their There is no man, whose There is no treasure "There liveth he There might you hear There might you see There saw I Love, upon "There, thousand birds There underground There you might see "Therefore, Dear! this Therewithal away she These amber locks are These lines I send by These prune and cleanse
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