First Line Index

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A fitter match hath never [could ne'er, would never have] been [seen] Strode, William `On a butcher marrying a tanner's daughter' [couplet] The flesh is married to the skin. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 68

A maidenhead is so unsound [couplet] That it is lost when first 'tis found. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 28

A mighty prelate in this land Andrewes, Francis The scruple troubled all the rest. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 182

A star [did late arise] of late appeared in Virgo's train `On the blazing star' [c. 1623] Charles sit thou fast and look unto thy wain. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 11

A Vulcan and a Venus seldom part Strode, William `On a watch made by a blacksmith' Have like the watch one pulse, one sympathy. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 30

All that have eyes [awake] now wake and weep Morley, George (1597-1664) `On the death of King James' [1625] James the peaceful and the just. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 10

And why should I not share my tears and be Earle or Earles, John `On the [death] of Toby Mathew, archbishop of York' [29 March 1628] Have wept, let those that know mor weep the rest. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 50

And why to me this [thus] thou lame god [lord] of fire? Jonson, Ben `An execration upon Vulcan' Thy wife's pox on thee, and Bess Broughton's too. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 71

Arithmetic nine digits and no more Randolph, Thomas `On the loss of his little finger cut off' How soon mischance hath made a hand of thee. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 25

As I lay slumbering [in my naked] once within my bed `A maiden's dream' To be so nigh, and miss so good a turn. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 184

Beaumont lies here and where now shall we have Earle or Earles, John `On the death of Mr. Francis Beaumont' [1616] Thou shalt not share, but take up all his room. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 55

Behold this little volume here enrolled Strode, William `On the Bible' The legible and written Deity. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 141

Beneath this marble stone doth lie Wither, George `Upon a mother and her child buried in one grave' For tree and fruit shall spring again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 117

But am I sure he's dead? Whom yet I see Lewis, Dr. William, provost of Oriel Coll., Oxford `On Dr. [Roger] Fenton of Grays Inn' [d. Jan. 1615/16] Write you this epitaph: `here lies Gray's Inn.' Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 79

By numbers rational (our wise clerks say) Randolph, Thomas? `On the praise of verse, above prose' Frailt' in loose prose: in verse perfection moves. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 1a

By numbers rational (our wise clerks say) Randolph, Thomas? `On the praise of verse, above prose' Frailt' in loose prose: in verse perfection moves. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 2a

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 Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 59

Come all ye muses and rejoice `On Dr. Corbett's marriage' At our Apollo's happy choice. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 69

Come live with me and be my love Donne, John `The bait' Alas is wiser far than I. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Wotton) p. 183

Come madam, come, all rest my powers defy Donne, John Elegy XIX What needst thou have more covering than a man. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 103

Come my white-head let our musus Mottershed, Thomas, Christ Church, Oxford `Pirotrichus and Levitrix, or white and redhead' Let's crave pardon of one head. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 123

Could any show where Pliny's people dwell, Strode, William `On a dissemblelr' My armor proof is incredulity. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 95

Dawson the butler's dead although I think Corbett, Richard `On John Dawson, butler of Christ Church' [1622] My life for his John Dawson had been here. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 f. 170

Dear loss, to tell the world I grieve, were true Corbett, Richard `On the Lady Haddington who died of the smallpox' [6 Dec. 1618] Which thy frail flesh denied, and her disease. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 65

Dearest thy tresses are not threads of gold Carew, Thomas `To his mistress' Be goddess-like disposed, be good, be true. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 120

Die, Jonson, cross not our religion so Oldisworth, Nicholas `A letter to Ben Jonson' [1629] With thee began all art, with thee it ends. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 147

Enjoy thy bondage, make thy prison know Townley, Zouch `To Felton in the Tower' [1628] Stout Felton England's ransom here doth lie. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 91

Even so the greatest Alexander by Strode, William `On the death of Mr. Francis Lancaster' [killed in a duel by Knevett] Like Turpin, or the law, unquestioned kill. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 115

Excellent mistrees braighter than the moon [pr. Wit's recreations, 1641] As I'm an honest man, I love you most dearly. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 165

Fair Valentine since once your welcome hand Strode, William `To a Valentine' A weak edge turn meeting a softer touch. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 104

Fair wench I cannot court thy [your] sprightly eyes `A wooer' He'll at least leave a score in the place on't. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 93

Farewell example, living rule farewell; Strode, William `An epitaph on Sir John Walter, Lord Chief Baron' [d. Nov. 1630] Fair memory, no judgment, and blest heaven. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 61

First he the strong Nemean lion slew Wither, George `The 12 labors of Hercules' In that one act than all the twelve before. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 134

For the year of Christ's incarnation `A merry prognostication' [1544; 19th century copy from a 16th century printed book] And as well for do as they have hitherto done. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 197

For your good looks and for your claret Strode, William `Thanks for a welcome' The spirits which your sack hath lent. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 108

Four clerks of Oxford, doctors two and two Corbett, Richard `Iter boreale' As Raleigh from his voyage and no more. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 14

From the contagious breathing of the rude `A mixed elegy in allusion to ladies' vereses' You are the voice I but your echo am. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 159

Go sordid earth and hope not to bewitch Randolph, Thomas `Of the inestimable content he enjoys in the muses' I might perchance get riches and be poor. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 3

Gold is restorative. How can I than Strode, William `Letter...to Sir Tho: Ferrers' If I should separate what so is knit. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 135

Good folk[s] for gold [love]or [else for] hire Drayton, Michael `The crier' [pr. Poems 1619; set by Henry Bowman 1678] Or send it home to me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Ben Jonson) p. 163

Hail blessed solitariness `Ode of an happy life' To her prepared eternity. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 158

Hard hearted fair if thou wilt not consent [sonnet] And only pray that thou wilt fancy me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 216

Hark how they sound the roman drums `The academical army of the epidemical Arminians' [with postscript initialed E:O. A:P. T:M:K.] No doubt he will give them their right. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 127

He that can spell a sigh, or read a tear Lewis, Dr. William, provost of Oriel Coll., Oxford `On the duke of Buckingham' By blessing them once more against their will. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 60

Here beginneth a little proper jest [copied from an undated book printed by W. de Worde] Ones to be gossip like send or that you hence wend. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 207

Here lies wise and valiant dust Cleveland, John? `On the earl of Strafford' Speechless still and never cry. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 193

His wife deceased he after lived and tried `On a gentleman dying soon after his wife' To live without her, liked it not, and died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 153

How many of thy captives (love) complain Randolph, Thomas `Complaint to Cupid that he never made him inamored' [pr. 1638] If so, be merciful and punish me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 85

I am the faithful deputy Strode, William `A register for a bible' Himself to heaven in a string. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 140

I am the man (I would all wist) `Omnia habeo nequicquam habeo' Hath, having naught, all his desire. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 94

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 Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 26

I die whenas I do not see *Richards, Jo.; ?Dorset, Charles Sackville, 6th earl (Lord Buckhurst till 1675) [attr. Richards in BM Add. 30982] For seeing of her cruelty. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 164

I hold as faith [equivocal verses on Protestant and Papist. Pr. Wits recreations, 1640] Makes Christians worse than Turks. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 181

I hope at this time 'tis no news Terrent, Jerameel, Christ Church, Oxford (matr. 1621) `On Fairford windows' She strives to eat it with her eye. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 33

I know no paint of poetry Strode, William `On Fairford windows' Might be its own evangelist. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 32

I rode from England into France Goodwyn, Thomas `A journey into France' Of whom men thought the same. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Corbett) p. 109

I saw fair Chloris walk alone Strode, William `Song' To deck her freez'd into a gem. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 30

I will [embrace] enjoy thee now my Celia come Carew, Thomas `A rapture' [pr. 1640] Should make men atheists and not women whores. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 187

I your memory's recorder Strode, William `Register for a Bible' Unlock Heaven gate more sure than these. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 140

If Hercules' tall stature might be guess'd Strode, William `On a good leg and foot' [pr. Wit restored, 1658] If but to kiss your toe it should aspire. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 133

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 Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 113

Immodest death that would not once confer `Thomas earl of Dorset lo: treasurer' [d. 19 April 1608] Was fain perfoce to take a deadly blow. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 94

In your stern beauty I can see Strode, William `Song' `Love's Aetna' When ice itself heats other's hands. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 142

Is love on fire? And are my words so cold Where now you view your face to view my heart. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 157

Is she not wondrous fair? But oh, I see *Lewes, William? or Carew, Thomas? `A lover's passion' [pr. Cupid's masterpiece, 1656?] That now it freezeth, now again it burns. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Dr. Lewis) p. 187

Is there a God? Why do the commons fool? [preliminary to W91] Like Strafford by one Pym must stand or fall. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 194

It grieves me that I thus due thanks retain Strode, William `Letter to Sir John Ferrers' Who nothing pays, pays all if what he can. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 135

It is good to be merry `A song' [copied from the last leaf of Nice Wanton, pr. John King, London, 1560] There God make all merry. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 277

Jerusalem's curse shall never light on me Stone, Benjamin? `On the death of one Stone' [pr. Wits recreations 1640] For here a stone upon a stone shall be. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Stone) p. 153

Jewels lost are found again. This never: `On a maidenhead' Tis but once lost: and once lost, lost forever. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 28

Ladies that wear black cypress veils Corbett, Richard `To the ladies of the new dress' [answered by B378] Which lady's censured, which goes free. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 29

Lawyers themselves maintain, the common weal `Upon the praise and dispraise of lawyers' [equivocal verses] And love, they want, not keeping amity. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 96

Let her parents now confess `Consolatorium ad parentes' [of Mary Prideaux; continuation of S803] Where 'cause she is you mourn for her. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 82

Let no profane ignoble foot tread near King, Henry `An epitaph upon Richard [Sackville, 3rd] earl of Dorset' [d. 1624] And want a mourner at his funeral. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Corbett) p. 28

Like to a silent tone of unspoke speeches `Pure nonsense' [pr. Wits recreations, 1641] To see such lines wrote on his epitaph. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 166

Like to the hand that hath been used to play Strode, William `To a friend' [pr. Wits recreations, 1658] That something more than bodies us combine. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 162

Look how the russet morn exceeds the night Strode, William `The commendation of gray eyes' The eye of all the world loves to be grey. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 100

Love me not for comely grace [pr. John Wilbye's Second set of madrigals, 1609] To dote upon me ever. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 156

Love's like a game at tables where the die Ayton, Sir Robert `Of women's loves' Do what you can they will be bearing men. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 54

Madam: due thanks are lodged within my breast Strode, William `To the Lady Knighton' But may your heart keep Christmas all the year. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 139

Man doth a double birth inherit Corbett, Richard `Upon a font' [not printed among his poems] Preserved so the church and prayer. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 12

Man must again be born of quick'ning fire Corbett, Richard? `Idem' [i.e., Richard Corbett on a font' not printed among his poems] One spirit, one baptism, and one faith make one. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 12

Merely for death to grieve and mourn Strode, William `On the death of Sir Thomas Pelham' [2 Dec. 1624] Sleep, sleep, th'hast trod a weary race. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 118

Mine eyes were once blessed with the sight Mayne, Jasper `On Mrs. Anne King's tablebook of pictures' He'll languish, and turn shade again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 143

My limbs were weary and my head opprest Morley, George (1597-1664) `The nightingale' [pr. Musarum deliciae, 1656] Methought I lay content though not at rest. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 131

My lord! I do confess, at the first news Corbett, Richard `On the guard dedicated to my Ld. Mordant' [pr. Poetica Stromata, 1648] A man thrust out and a gay cloak left in. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 44

My love and I for kisses played [pr. Wits recreations, 1640, and John Wilson's Cheerful ayres, 1660] Give me my stakes, take you your stakes again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 54

My mistress could not be content `On the word Jape in Chaucer' That words are sins when deeds are not. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Donne) p. 28

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares Tichborne, Chidiock `The map of man' [pr. Verses of praise and joy...upon her Majesty's preservation, 1586] And now I live and now my life is done. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 215

Nature in this [same] small volume [was] went about Browne, William, of Tavistock `On the death of a young gentlewoman' Threw dust upon it and shut up the book. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Strode) p. 54

Nay pish, nay pue, nay faith, and will you fie; `A maid's denial' And then at cards we better will agree. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 185

No not a quack sad poets doubt you Corbett, Richard `In exhortation to the university concerning their printed poetry more especially at the Queen's death' Punish your fingers for your brains. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 77

No sooner old Dennis `On those that canvassed for [Dennis] Edward's place the vergerer' [Oxford University, 1642-3] That so he may escape the gallows. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 175

Nor love nor fate do [dare] I [me] accuse Brome, Richard `A song' [in Richard Brome's Northern lass, 1632] But only that I lived and died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 144

Oh love whose force and might *Hoskins or Hoskyns, John? or Polden, Robert? [pr. Wit and drollery, 1658] And rent her smock asunder. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 164

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 Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 132

Oh strange superfluous duty! Who will add Randolph, Thomas `A letter to Ben. Jonson' Must love you as I am religious. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 98

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 Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 7

One pit contains him now, who could not die Strode, William `An epitaph on Mr. Bridgman' Cause on his soul sin fastened almost noe. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 94

Others may give you presents out of thrift Strode, William `A New Year's gift' Then suffer in the bottom of your pie. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 138

Pox take you all; from you my sorrows swell Randolph, Thomas `Mr. Thomas Randolph's expostulation with his creditors' [pr. Poems, 1640] May they more debtors have, and all like me. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 112

Preferment like a game at bowls Strode, William `A parallel betwixt bowling and preferment' Whose own true bias cuts the way. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 121

Prithee stand still awhile, and view this tree, Strode, William `On a great hollow tree' I'm sure by this time it deserves my song. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 83

Profane! Did not thy cursed hand wax faint? Gregorie, John, chaplain to Brian Duppa `On the breaking of Christ Church window' Expect hereafter that a stone shall speak. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 43

Read royal father mighty king `A petition delivered by the young Prince' hand, on behalf of his nurse' I master of requests was made. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 169

Rex and Grex [agree both in] alike do [are of a] [have or make both one] sound `The Duke [of Buckingham]'s motto is Fidei coticula crux' [pr. POAS, iii, 1704] That Dux bears Crux, and Crux not Dux again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 31

Rome's worst Philenis and Pasiphae's dust `Upon the Ld. Audley's [earl of Castlehaven] conviction April 1631' [doubtfully attr. to Sir John Roe by Dr. P. Simpson] Since there's a king can pardon it. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 67

See truly I respect you: naught shall move. `An honest lover to his mistress' That doth not swear there is no love in lust. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 100

Seest thou not that liquid ball `Upon one weeping' This from her cheek that from her eyes. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 177

Show me the flames you brag of, you that be Cartwright, William `Upon the great frost: 1634' [pr. Poems, 1651] Twill make a new account from the second flood. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 171

Silk though thou be Strode, William `Posies for bracelets' That weareth thee. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 119

Since it hath pleased ou wise and newborn state `The book of Common Prayer' [1646] All this and more may be obtained by prayer. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 195

Sir I had writ in Latin; but I fear Strode, William `To Sir Edmund Ling. Letter' Nor ever want whereby to cause a wish. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 137

Sleep pretty one oh sleep while I Strode, William? `On Mistress Mary Prideaux dying young' [see L198] But for not being there before. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 81

Sleep, sleep, our loves. The wind sits cross, Hush thine, sing my love's lullaby. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 218

So grieves the advent'rous merchant when he throws Carew, Thomas `To his mistress commanding him to return her letters' [pr. Poems, 1640] Bid her but send me hers, and we are friends. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 217

Tell me you anti-saints why glass Corbett, Richard `On Fairford windows' [pr. Poems, 1648] Of either war or puritan. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 35

That every thing we do may vain appear `365 veins in a man's body' We have a veine for each day in the year. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 49

The fox, the ape, the humble-bee Staying the odds by adding four. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 180

The King and the court desirous of sport `On the King's being at Woodstock' [1622; pr. Wit restored, 1658] He handled it more than his text. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 13

The King loves you you him `To the duke of Buckingham' [pr. Wit restored, 1658] Why see your luck. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Corbett) p. 92

The Prince of Wales with all his royal train `On a show presented before Prince Charles in the Spanish court' [1623] There was he found at first and there I leave him. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 167

The red is wise; the brown is trusty; `Colors and complections' The pale is peevish; the black is lusty. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 108

The reeling world turned poet made a play, [couplet on an infant; pr. Wits recreations, 1640] I came to see't, dislik'd it, went away. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 78

The state's a game at cards; the council deal, `1628' Still cross, and why? Prerogative is trump. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 31

The sun which doth the greatest comfort bring Beaumont, Francis `To Ben Jonson' [1610-13; pr. Poems...by Shakespeare, 1640, `Additions'] To acknowledge all the rest to come from thee. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 149

Thee to invite the great God sent a star James I, King of England [on the death of Queen Anne, March 1618/19; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1637] But like the sun doth only set to rise. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 10

There is a thing that nothing is `On jealousy' Doth feed on nothing but itself. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 30

Think not dear love that I'll reveal Carew, Thomas `To his mistress' [pr. Poems 1640] The world will find thy picture there. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 189

This during light I give to clip your waist `On a girdle' [couplet] Fair grant my arms the place when day is past. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 153

This little watch unto old age is like `On a young gentlewoman's watch she being married to an old gentleman' [couplet] Tis ever clicking but doth never strike. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 153

This silken wreath, which circles in mine arm Carew, Thomas `A ribbon' [pr. Poems, 1640] This makes my arm your prisoner, that my heart. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Thomas Randolph) p. 119

Thou once a body now but air Corbett, Richard `To the ghost of Robert Wisdome' [pr. Certain elegant poems, 1647] And go to bed again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 122

Though I am young and cannot tell Jonson, Ben [song from The sad shepherd, I.ii; pr. with music by N. Lanier in Select musical ayres, 1652] To fright a frost from out a grave. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 215

Thy first birth Marie was unto a tomb Randolph, Thomas `In natalem Principis [Charles II] ad reginam Mariam' [translated from Latin] That canst give stints as well as kings a birth. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 96

Till I have peace with thee, war other men Donne, John `Elegy' [not in early editions of his poems] More glorious service, staying to make men. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 101

Time's picture here invites your eyes Strode, William `A watch string' The times they fast in prison hold. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 153

To die is nature's debt and when Bradshawe, P.? `An epitaph' [subscribed P. Bradshaw in BL Harl. 6917] The captain's rapier or their art. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Strode) p. 116

Tobacco-pipes and maids are brittle ware `A parallel 'twixt tobacco pipes and women' Wer't not for these, there would be no plantation. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 49

Treason is like a Basiliscus eye [couplet on `treason'; cf. T3315] First seeing kills, first being seen doth die. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 114

Two parliaments dissolved then let my heart `On the dissolution of the Parliament 1640. May 5' That lambs feed on you, lions will come next. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 191

Underneath this sable hearse Browne, William, of Tavistock `On the countess of Pembroke' [cf. Elegy, T2695] Both her mourner and her tomb. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 99

Vainglorious men who can your wits applaud `On Bishop Laud Chan: of Oxon' [1630] For of the thing that's bad a little's best. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 31

We are quite dead: see how the plot doth laugh `An answer to the libeller in behalf of Ch. Ch. when they canvassed for a Proctor' A proctor made by worth not knavery. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 62

We fasted first and prayed the wars might cease `Verses Cantabrigiae' [on Pym. See preliminary lines, I1758] Or if you do, we can absolve for't. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 193

What angel stirs this happy well Strode, William `A song on the baths' And are more cured than we. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 179

What I shall leave thee, none can tell, Corbett, Richard `To his son Vincent on his birthday the 10th November 1630, being then three years of age' [pr. Poems, 1647] As innocent as now thou art. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 97

What must our eyes melt too? Waters oppress Digges, Dudley `On the dossolution of the sanow' [1634] The barges now may come the carriers' way. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 173

What rends the temple's veil: where is day gone Randolph, Thomas `On Good Friday' [pr. Poems, 1638] Nature must needs be sick when God can die. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 49

What thing is that not felt, nor seen `Enigma' That if some see't, 'twill make the heart to bleed. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 152

What thing is this that you call a maidenhead? `On a maidenhead' When first the husk doth bear the seed. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 27

When first mine eyes on her eyes shone `Ode' She loved but with her eyes, I with my heart. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 f. 157

When I can pay my parents or my king Corbett, Richard `To the duke of Buckingham' Begin with bribe and finish with betraying. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 154

When plots are Proctors' virtues and the gift [on the plots about proctors, Oxford, 1626] Ne'er look that Proctors shall be worthy men. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 63

When private men beget they get a spoon Corbett, Richard `On the birth of the young prince King Charles his second son' [Charles II, 1630] To make him rich without a parliament. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 96

When Westwell Downs I gan to tread Strode, William `On Westwell Downs' Like Oxford college bells to sup. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 145

Why so pale and wan fond lover? Prithee why so pale? Suckling, Sir John [song from Aglaura, IV.ii, pr. Poems, 1646] The devil take her. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 219

Within a fleece of silent waters drowned Browne, William, of Tavistock `On one drowned in snow' [attr. W. Browne in BL Add. 14047] The last shall give me back to life again. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Corbett) p. 25

Within this grave there is a grave entombed `Upon an infant the mother thereof dying in travail' [imitated, T568] And keeps in travail till the day of doom. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 117

Would you then know friendship's condition `An essay of friendship. To the Lady Will' To wed; but live and die alone. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 155

Ye men of Britain wherefore gaze you so James I, King of England `King James on the blazing star' [1618] Are those that dare believe what he dares fear. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 11

Ye men of Gallilee why gaze ye so Mottershed, Thomas, Christ Church, Oxford `On Christ Church window and Magdalen's wall; pr. Wit Restored, 1658] Pull down their zeal and set up Eastern glass. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 (attr. Tho. Mottershed of Christ Church) p. 37

Yet were bidentals sacred, and the place Eliot, John? [on the duke of Buckingham, 1628] So Caesar and the greatest Henry died. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 57

Your hand you gave; but gave it `Ode' When you are set a-spoiling. Bodley Eng. poet. e. 97 p. 157

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)