First Line Index

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A lusty young wife that was lately sped We'll to't each morn for helath, each night for pleasure. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 40

A strange misshapen monster C., I. Shall keep another fifth day of November. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 21

A virtuous lady sitting in a muse Harington, Sir John, of Kelston `On a lady' Sir lock it if you please, you keep the key. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 40

As Cupid took his bow and bolts `On Cupid and a clown' Who could not see to shoot. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 41

As I lay musing in my bed | I heard `Whores' From whores all o' row. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 47v

As the sweet sweat of roses in a still Donne, John [Elegy viii, `The comparison'] She and comparisons are odious. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 18v

As virtuous men pass mildly away Donne, John `A valediction' And makes me end where I begun. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 18v

Ask what you will ask right and ye shall have it `A meditation upon prayer' Good Lord we pray thee teach us how to pray. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 81

Beat on proud billows, Boreas blow L'Estrange, Roger `The liberty of an imprisoned royalist' My king can only captivate my mind. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 46v

Begone thou fatal fiery fever [fury] Gerard, [ ] `Gerard's gentle mistress' Do never wake again. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 48v

Behold these woods, and mark (my sweet) Randolph, Thomas `A pastoral courtship' Unless you'll meet again tomorrow. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16v

Brows bending quaintly your round ebony arks Mistook his Venus hither hies. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 26v

But see she comes: bright lamp o' th' sky In veneration of her brow. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16

By the two rosy blushes that did move Jordan, Thomas `A vow to his mistress' I'll center all my joys cloister my bliss. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16

Can Christendom's great champion sink away `On the death of King James; [1625; first ten lines adapted from C40. Attr. Strode in Add. 14874] And see a new sun rising in the east. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 (attr. [ ] Poole) f. 21

Clear Ankor on whose silver-sanded shore Drayton, Michael `Ankor' And thou sweet Anchor art my Helicon. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 19v

Come, come, to th' bar, to th' bar they cry R., W. `The parliament articles against a handsome wench' It would dissolve the Parliament. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 39

Come, Pembroke lives, oh, do not fright our ears Earle or Earles, John [on William Herbert, third earl of Pembroke, d. 1630] Thy noble corpse is its own monument. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 35

Come sinner come and bathe thy sin-sick soul `Christ death' That didst without sin die and diedst for me. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 80v

Come sinner come with eyes that swim in tears `Upon the receiving of the Sacrament' This is the sea that leads to th' Holy Land. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 78v

Cupid's dead who would not die Habington, William `Upon Cupid's death and burial in Castara's cheek' Seeing themselves outshined by jet. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16

Dearest thy tresses are not threads of gold Carew, Thomas `To his mistress' Be goddess-like disposed, be good, be true. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16

Death is the antecedent judgment is `A meditation upon judgment' A heart to judge himself whilst here he lives. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 81v

Diana stick thy virgin waxen torch `To the moon the clear pearl of heaven' With its repaired shine in this our sphere. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45v

Die we must all; or else must changed be `A meditation upon death' And dying here may live with thee forever and forevermore. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 82

Enjoy thy bondage, make thy prison know Townley, Zouch `To Felton in the Tower' [1628] Stout Felton England's ransom here doth lie. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 42v

Excellent mistrees braighter than the moon [pr. Wit's recreations, 1641] As I'm an honest man, I love you most dearly. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 39v

Fairest, my praise will stain you, yet my quill Atkins, F. `To his mistress. The courting period of a Spanish breath' Your courtesy assures, you'll pardon me. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45

Fine, young, folly though you were Habington, William `To his mistress' [song in The queen of Aragon, 1640, act iv] And your clothes that set you out. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 46

For your good looks and for your claret Strode, William `Thanks for a welcome' The spirits which your sack hath lent. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 43

Friend, thou hast stained the cheek of praise to see Wood, H. `To the much honored and most accomplished Mr. Howell on the 2nd part of his Grove' [1650] A parian quarry, and forever live. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 49

From hunger or cold who lives more free Brome, Richard `The soldier's song' [from A jovial Crew, act 1] And tumble in the grass or in the haycock. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45v

Go you [tame] young gallants you that have the name Wild, Robert `A terrible, true, troublesome, tragical, relation, of a Wisbech duel...17 June, 1637' I yield and give to Wishbech cock the day. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 14v

Grief knows no measured bounds, how then can I Until the limbeck of my tears be dry. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 11

Hail bishop Valentine whose day this is Donne, John `Epithalamium at the marriage of the Palsgrave and Lady Elizabeth on St. Valentine's day' [1613] Till which hour we the day enlarge oh Valentine. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 23

Hail sister springs Crashaw, Richard `The weeper' A worthier object our Lord's feet. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 29

Happy grave which dost enshrine Morley, George (1597-1664)? `Epitaph' [on Mary Prideaux. A conclusion to S803] Clothe it so neatly as its own. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 (attr. W. Strode) f. 44v

He that will court a lass that is coy Mad girls love wild men. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45v

Her brow is virtue's court where she alone Atkins, F. Oh would that I a constellation were. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 43v

Here Joseph and his brethren: he in state `Buckingham's gallery. 2nd picture' [really part of V42] Which would stream down: would they not hurt the paint. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 25v

Here on a river rides the silver swan Lewis, Dr. William `Verses upon several pictures in the gallery at York House' [really part of V42] The pictures lively, though the men be dead. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 25v

Here's a sweet place whose ravishing delight Lewis, Dr. William `Buckingham's gallery, 3rd picture' [really part of V42] That it might tempt a more judicious hand. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 25v

I cannot fulminate or tonitruate words Randolph, Thomas `To his bombasted friend' [James Shirley; pr. Shirley's poems, 1630] Admits no caprioles of nonsense here. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16

I chanced sweet Lesbia's voice to hear, Randolph, Thomas `On a deformed gentlewoman with a sweet voice' [pr. 1638] Or make her dumb or strike me blind. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 19

I heard the virgins sigh. I saw the sleek Carew, Thomas `On Carlisle's daughter' [the Lady Ann Hay] Thus even by rivals to be deified. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 43

I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize Cleveland, John `Upon the death of Mr. King drowned in the Irish seas' [1637] We floating islands living Hebrides. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 12

I pray you save, poor Irish knave [pr. Wit restored, 1658] Poor John will still prove true And so Adieu. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 41v

If shadows are [be] a [the] picture's excellence Poole, Walton? `On a gentlewoman [Beatrice Brydges, Mrs. Henry Poole?] that thought herself not fair because her...hair and eyes were black' The black mark would I hit but not the white. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 27

In a cobweb shirt most thin S., R. `The fairy king's diet and apparel' [pr. more fully in A description of the king and queen of fairies, by R. S., 1635] To leave fair water in the pot. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45

In her fair cheek two pits do lie Carew, Thomas [pr. 1640] For if thou let me live I die. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 15v

Life with her is gone and I `Mistress' departure' Judging her the setting sun. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 27v

Mark how the bashful morn in vain Carew, Thomas `The marigold' [pr. 1640] With open ears and with unfolded arms. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 49v

Mark how the lanterns cloud mine eyes Corbett, Richard? `A non sequitur by Dr. Corbet' To see the rainbow's wheelgun made of flax. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 39

Might Heraclitus tears as some streams do `All is vanity' To heaven's theorbo, music of the sphere. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 14

My fancy scorns to stoop in snow Each its own interpreter. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 26v

My mistress bids me still do what I will Indeed for her I may do what I will. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 49v

My verse is gone I have all rhymes defied Corbett, Richard? `To Mr. Hammond of Bewdley. Dr. [Richard] Corbett' Maypoles go first and then down goes the beacon. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 42

Now you must imagine first S., R.? `The fairy king's diet' [pr. A description of the King and Queen of fairies, by R. S. 1635] And well betrusted bees' sweet bag. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45

Oft when I look I may descry S., W. [subscribed W. S. in Sloane 1446] May serve for darts to kill withal. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 15v

Oh let's not blame the waves they were not cruel Booth, Thomas, Corpus Christi Coll., Cambr. (16237) `On Mr. [Edward] King's death' [1637; a version of C489] The wit and mirth lies in the deep. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 22

Oh love whose force and might *Hoskins or Hoskyns, John? or Polden, Robert? [pr. Wit and drollery, 1658] And rent her smock asunder. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 39v

Oh my dearest I shall grieve thee Carew, Thomas `In praise of the excellent composure of his mistress' [pr. 1640] But wouldst thou know; dear sweet for all. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 28

Oh wound us not with this sad tale; forbear Earle or Earles, John `On the deplored death of Sr John Burrows, who was slain in the Isle of Rhe in the night with a bullet' [pr. Parnassus biceps, 1656] Fight to revenge thee than our land before. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 43

On a day 'tis in thy power It shall in verses be repaid again. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 43v

Priscilla always called her husband dear `In Priscillam' That she may live to make her dear a buck. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 21v

Problem of sexes must thou likewise be Cleveland, John? `Hermaphrodite vindicated by Cleveland' So shall it be thy son and yet my daughter. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 18

Return my joys and hither bring Strode, William `An opposite to melancholy' [pr. Wit restored, 1658] To be more wretched than we must, is folly. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 42v

Returned? I'll ne'er believe't, first prove him hence Cleveland, John `On the King's return from Scotland' [pr. Cleveland's Poems, 1677] Backwards is forwards in the Hebrew tongue. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 27

Riddle riddle, neighbor Jan Strode, William `The Devonshire traveler' Do take in great indudgeon. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 40v

Sacred peace if I approve thee Sylvester, Joshua `Ode to the love and beauty of Astraea' From my longing sight doth shroud. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 24

Since I am coming to that holy room Donne, John `A hymn in sickness' [pr. Poems, 1635] The Lord throws down...[incomplete]. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16v

Sir or Madam choose you whither Cleveland, John `Upon an hermaphrodite' [pr. Poems by J. C., 1651] Coining ye a Philip and Mary. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 17v

Sitting and ready to be drawn Jonson, Ben `Upon Venetia Stanley, her picture' [pr. The underwood] Next sitting we will draw her mind. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16v

Skelton some rhymes, good Elderton a ballad `Madame Mallet unmasked' Thou art thy own fine fool, the people's jest. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 (attr. Corbett) f. 40

Sleep pretty one oh sleep while I Strode, William? `On Mistress Mary Prideaux dying young' [see L198] But for not being there before. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 44

Sleep: sleep within thy virgin bed `A dream' Yet thou shalt still a virgin rise. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 27v

Smectymnuus? The goblin makes me start Cleveland, John `On Smectymnius, or the club divine' [pr. Poems, 1669] And stretch her patent to your leather ears. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 20

So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles Herrick, Robert `His welcome to sack' [pr. Hesperides, 1648] Like the wise Cato had approved thee. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 44v

Sweet Lydia take this mask and shroud Randolph, Thomas `A mask to Lydia' [pr. Poems, 1638] Still such an Ethiop be. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 15v

Teach us to pen a sigh, that every line Of his own tears...[incomplete]. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45

The Arabian wind, whose breathing gently blows Habington, William [pr. Castara, 1634] Transplanted, somewhere else force Paradise. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 16

The radiant color of Tom Feltham's nose `On Tho: Feltham's [etc.] nose' [pr. Wits recreations, 1640] Argal the King must have Tom Feltham's nose. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 39v

The world expects Swede's monumental stone `An elegy on the death of the King of Sweden' [Gustavus Adolphus, 1632; not pr. Swedish intelligencer, third part, 1633] The horn that's left may blow down Jericho. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 22v

The world's a bubble, and the life of man Bacon, Francis `An ode against man's life' [pr. with Greek original attr. Posidippus, Thomas Farnaby's Florilegium epigrammatum, 1629, and in Otium literatum, H. Stubbe and H. Birkhead, 1656] Not to be born, or being born to die. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 20v

Then as if he would have sold `Interpreter' To Babel's bricklayers sure the tower had stood. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 26v

Thou more than most sweet glove Jonson, Ben `Amorphus his mistress' glove' [song in Cynthia's revels IV.iii 305-16] That was thy mistress' best of gloves. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 45v

Though frost and snow lock from mine eyes Carew, Thomas `A winter's entertainment at Saxham' They cannot steal thou givest so much. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 44

To my Bess Sarney quintessence of beauty Locker or Lockit, Stephen `A most poetical poems [sic] presented by Mr. Steven Lockit to his Mrs. Besse Sarney' Hold up thy coats that I may kiss thy dumkin. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 41

Under a tree whose arms are well displayed Lewis, Dr. William [really part of V42;] To stretch as being too narrow for the blood. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 25v

Undress for shame As when the sun a drossy cloud invades. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 21v

Weep eyes: sigh soul: and body pine `Pardon sweet Christ my blasphemy' Oh my sad days of joy and so I pray. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 17

What bright soft thing is this? Crashaw, Richard `The tear' [pr. Steps to the temple, 1646] In the heaven of Mary's eye a tear. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 30

What length of verse can serve brave Mopsa's good to show Sidney, Sir Philip [from the Arcadia] And never seek the rest. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 26v

What though I be of a prodigious waist Jonson, Ben `B. Jonson. to Burlase the painter' [pr. The underwood, lii; pr. Parnassus biceps, 1656] Y'have made it a brave piece, but not like me. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 43v

Who tells what eloquence will please on high `A dialogue between Monologus and Echo' The one should think, the other speak of thee. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 82v

Why art thou coy my Leda? Art not mine? Jordan, Thomas `The bridal night' [pr. Poetical varieties, 1637] When amorous ladies grant such pretty suits. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 26

Ye meaner beauties of the night Wotton, Sir Henry [on the Queen of Bohemia] As in the presence of the sun. Bodley Rawl. poet. 142 f. 46

Union First Line Index of English Verse

13^th-19^th Century (bulk 1500-1800)

Union First Line Index of English Verse

13th-19th Century (bulk 1500-1800)

13^th-19^th Century (bulk 1500-1800)