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A careful wit with late repentance taught
[couplet]
Were better never had than so dear bought.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 (rev.)
A fig for Thales' watery element
[couplet]
Lioeus' wine we crave wit's adament.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 (rev.)
A morning fair, as the first looks of May
Cowley, Abraham
[on the death of G. Creswell of Oxford]
Lengthen each moment to a day.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 169v
A safe and common way it is
[trs. of a Latin couplet]
Tis knavery by your leave.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273v 9rev.)
A verse may take him who a sermon flies
[couplet]
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168 rev.
A verse may take him who a sermon flies
[couplet]
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 247
A woman to define I think no pen
`Invect[ive]'
But blessed is that man can live without them.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 23
Acon and Leonella twins did either want one eye
`Lumine Acon caret dextro, Leonella sinistro' [trs. from Hier. Amaltheus, `De gemellis']
So he shall eyeless Cupid be, and thou the queen of love.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 267v rev.
Alas, alas, poor gentry small avails
[couplet]
And virtue less, if land, and riches fail[s].
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Alas would you have me conceal
[couplet]
That which your self could not but needs reveal.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Alexander's [necke?] can teach us this
[couplet]
The school and court by greatness fashioned is.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164v rev.
All you that women love,
Gansforde, Sir Thomas?
`Of women' [answered by W2749]
Their things are made of felt.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 189v rev.
Although thy hand, and faith, and good works too
Donne, John
Elegy III
Of music, joy, life and eternity.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 201v rev.
Although thy hand, and faith, and good works too
Donne, John
Elegy III
Of music, joy, life and eternity.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 248
And this firm line is brazen leaves enroll
[couplet]
The conscience is the hell that dooms the soul.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 272 rev.
And those which gain all with this curse receive it
[couplet]
From fools they get it, to their sons they leave it.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
And you shall find the greatest enemy
Daniell, [ ]
[couplet subscribed `Daniel']
That man can have is his prosperity.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Are robbers with good workmen poor?
Robinson, Robert (1660)
That thrust the workman out of door.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 218
p. 117
As careful mothers [nurses] [do (or will or that) to sleep (or sleeping) lay] to [in or on] their beds do lay
`On the death of a child'
Nature my nurse laid me to bed betimes.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Sir John Davies)
f. 196v rev.
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still
Donne, John
[Elegy viii, `The comparison']
She and comparisons are odious.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 206 rev. (as part of N49)
As unthrifts [grieve] mourn in straw, for their pawned beds
`On the Lady Markham' [1609]
Dead, all her faults are on her forehead writ.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 193
At the large foot of a fair hollow tree,
Cowley, Abraham
`The country mouse' [paraphrased from Horace, Satire II.vi. 79-117]
With peace, let tares and acorns be my food.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 173
f. 95
At the large foot of a fair hollow tree,
Cowley, Abraham
`The country mouse' [paraphrased from Horace, Satire II.vi. 79-117]
With peace, let tares and acorns be my food.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 90
f. 37v
Be mild still
[couplet]
It is honor to forgive those you could kill.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
Be not secure, none sooner are oppress'd
[couplet]
Than they whom confidence betrays to rest.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164 rev.
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe
Donne, John
`The will'
T'invent and practice this one way to annihilate all three.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 215 rev.
Best pleased is he when as he wished him worst
[couplet]
As still the fox fares best, when he's most curst.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Beware fair maid of musky courtier's oaths
Sylvester, Joshua
`To young gentlewomen at court'
From lords to lackeys, and at last to all.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 28v
Black cypress veils [cypresses] are shrouds [types] of night
Grange, John?
`Answer' [to L18]
You may be censured we go free.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 177v rev.
Black is too dark, and dulls the eye.
`Upon the Lady B[rowne]
There is no beauty but in Browne.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 179 rev.
Blasted with sighs and surrounded with cares
Donne, John
`Twickenham garden'
Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 214v rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 198 rev.
But punishment like lightning should appear
[couplet]
To few men's hurt, but unto all men's fear.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
By Euphrates' flow'ry side
Davison, Francis?
`Psalm 137'
With their brains and blood besmearing.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Donne)
f. 267 rev.
By our first strange and fatal interview
Donne, John
Elegy XVI
Think it enough for me, t'have had thy love.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 219v rev.
Call it no more the king's highway the king
`The King's highway'
Dare wade up to the very neck in blood.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 84
f. 117
Christ He was poor only that thou might'st be
`[anagram: `Christopher Wase. Christ [he] was poor'; couplet]
Freed in the world to come from poverty.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 33v
Come live with me and be my love
Donne, John
`The bait'
Alas is wiser far than I.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 204 rev.
Come mistress come all rest my powers defy
Donne, John
Elegy XIX
What nee'st thou have more covering than a man.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 222v, f. 221 rev.
Conductors, come away
`A ballad from the English camp in the North. 1640'
For nothing.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 151 rev.
Credit is always chaste, for like a maid
[couplet]
Once falsely broke, it ever lives decayed.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
Cupid ah thy power I feel
At the worst 'tis but denial.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 157 rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 18v
Dear love continue nice and chaste
Roe, Sir John?
[pr. Donne's Poems, 1635-69; attr. Sir John Roe]
My love, your sport, your godhead send.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Donne)
f. 205 rev.
Democritus I see and laugh: 'tis so
Robinson, Robert (1660)
`Democritus, video, rideo, Heraclitus, eo, fleo'
Heraclitus I see their mischiefs; oh I weep amain.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 218
p. 117
Down came grave [brave, grand] ancient sergeant [Sir John] Crooke
Hoskins or Hoskyns, John
`The Parliament fart' [1607]
We will bury it and I will make an epitaph too.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 196 rev.
Dunces in love how long shall we
Whose mouth can touch, but take not in.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 155v rev.
Each man can say, and no man can deny it
[couplet]
That war is sweet to those that have not tried it.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Even as chameleons vary with their object,
[couplet]
So princes' manners do transform the subject.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
Even as the sledge hardens with strokes the steel
[couplet]
So the more beathen, still the less we feel.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
Fair, I received thy letter, but dost hear
Paman, Clement, Sidney Sussex Coll., Cambr. Matr. 1628 aet. 16)
`The departure. To Stella'
As tedious as marriage. Fair, Adieu.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 147
p. 117
Fat paunches make lean pates, and dainty [grosser] bits
[couplet]
Make rich the ribs but bankrupt quite the wits.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
Fate guides us: unto fates yield we
Sandys, George?
[translated from Seneca, Oedipus; quoted from G. Sandy's Relation of a journey, 1615]
The first prescribeth the last day.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 260 rev.
Favors are writ in dust, but stripes we feel
[couplet]
Depraved nature stamps in lasting steel.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164 rev.
Fie, scholars, fie! Have you such thirsty souls
Stone, Benjamin, New Coll., Oxford
`On Samburne, sheriff of Oxford'
Cut did the deed, but Longtail bears the blame.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 190v
Fond woman which wouldst have thy husband die,
Donne, John
`Elegy'
Do London's mayor, or Germans the Pope's pride.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 186v rev.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Donne, John
`The canonization'
A pattern of your love.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 203v rev.
For pity's sake banish the worms away
I will forget a tomb, and s[er]ve a shrine.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165 rev.
For treason taken ere the birth, doth come
[couplet]
Abortive, and her womb is made her tomb.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Friendship on earth we may as easily find,
`On friendship'
He that has many pays for it in the end.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 270 rev.
From deep gulfs of misfortune
Davison, Francis
Psalm 130
He gently will untie.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 256v
From such a fate whose excellence
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden
`The five senses' [on King James I]
Heaven bless my sovereign and all his senses.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 23v
Full paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits
[couplet]
Make rich the ribs, but bankerupt the wits.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 156 rev.
Go and catch a falling star
Donne, John
`Song'
False ere Icome: to two or three.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 217 rev.
Go empty joys
Strafford, Thomas Wentworth, earl?
`Ode upon the Lord Strafford and answer'
In heaven's high court of parliament.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 152v
Go hunt the whiter ermine and present
Davenant, Sir William
`Will Davenant's New Year's gift to Endymion Porter's wife'
Give what is oftener heard of than received.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165 rev.
God gives us strength, and keeps us sound
Pembroke, Mary Herbert, countess
Psalm 46
Above the reach of harms.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 255v rev.
God who all the world doth hold
Psalm 23
In thy courts in heavenly pleasure.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 267 rev.
Great Verulam is very lame
`Sir Francis Bacon Lord Chancellor of England deposed' [1 May 1621]
Is turn'd Franciscan martyr.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 22v
Hadst thou as other knights and sirs of worth
`On the death of Sir Thomas Overbury poisoned in the tower' [Sept. 1613]
What th'life of man is wowrth by valuing thine.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 261v rev.
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. 117
f. 216v rev.
Hast thou a longing gadding vein
[translation of Latin couplet]
More safely live aat home.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 156v rev.
Have I renounc'd my faith or basely sold
Corbett, Richard
`On Mrs. Mallet'
At once to wish the devil and her farewell.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 16
He easily will dispense
[couplet]
With greatest sins, who hath of small no sense.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164v rev.
He is so covetous, so base, and 'vil'd
[couplet]
He will not spend, no not to get a child.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
He quenched the fires ere it to burn began
[couplet]
So he may say I came, I saw, I wan.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
He that accord by might would altered see
[couplet]
He in a cord by weight should haltered be.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 269 rev.
He that accord by might would altered see
[couplet]
He in a cord by weight should haltered be.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
He that an apple choseth by the skin
`In feminam'
And a French core in th'other.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 272 rev.
He that doth drink whole draughts in Venus' cup
[couplet]
Once being old he scarce therein can sup.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
He that lives by others' breath
[couplet]
Dieth also by their death.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165v rev.
He that wants faith, and apprehends a grief
Quarles, Francis
`On faith'
H'as a true grief, and the best faith of all.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 170v rev.
Her viol de gambo is her best content
[couplet]
For 'twixt her legs she holds her instrument.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
Here lies Hobson amongst his many betters
`Upon Thomas Hobson, the carrier of Cambridge'
And supreme wagoner next Charles is wain.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 175 rev.
Here lieth Doctor Jiggins of Bennet College master
[couplet, on J. Jegons of CCC Cambridge]
That broke the university's head and gave the schools a plaster.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
Here lieth John Swan of Lombard Street
[couplet]
That was bearded to the belly, and bellied to the feet.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
Here lieth Katherine Prettyman
[subscribed 11 Aug. 1594]
Now lives and ever shall.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 158 rev.
Here lieth (Lord have mercy upon her
`Epitaph'
And yet died a maid the more was the pity.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 179 rev.
Here lieth Sir John Spencer an ell under ground
[epitaph on Sir John Spencer, 3 March 1609/10]
For since that he died we had four eggs a penny.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 179 rev.
Here take my picture, though I bid farewell
Donne, John
`Elegy' [v.]
To feed on that which to disused tastes seems tough.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 219 rev.
Hic jacet Tom Shorthose
`The simplicity of the poet [of a Latin distich on Sir John Woodcocke, 1405] being noted these verses was adjoined upon Tom Shorthose' [St. Alban's Church, Woodstreet'
Sine cloak sine shirt, sine breeches.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 158 rev.
His labor's lost that hither comes and seeks
`On Mr. Weekes'
For here you see that this week's days are ended.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 174v rev.
His vagabond desires no limet found
[couplet]
For lust is endless, pleasure hath no bound.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
How can I undertake to draw
Williams, John (autograph 1709-26)
`Painting by direction without sight'
The town, or him that gives the painter fees.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 191
f. 117
I come, I come, the messenger of death
`On the death of the learned Mr. Selden' [1654]
Into annihilation shall be hurled.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 84
f. 117
I may forget to eat to drink to sleep
Beaumont, Francis?
`Upon the countess of Rutland's death' [pr. 1622]
By longer looking on her quiet grave.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 185v rev.
I oft have wondered why thou didst elect
King, Henry
`One having married an ill-favored woman his friend writes thus to him'
Can mend thy night piece, that is: make it worse.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 176v rev.
I saw fair Chloris walk alone
Strode, William
`Song'
To deck her freez'd into a gem.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Munsey)
f. 163 rev.
I sing no harm good sooth to any wight
`Donne's tale of a citizen and his wife'
But his kind wife gave me the very sign.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Donne)
f. 223 rev.
I walked forth a while ago
And now I care for neither.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 21
I will not burden fate with cruelty
`A funeral elegy on the virtuous gentlewoman Mrs. R. L.'
Be my good angel, and conduct me thither.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 188 rev.
I'll gaze no more on her bewitching face
Carew, Thomas
`On his soul's mistress' [pr. 1640]
I surfeit with excess of joy and die.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 163v rev.
I'll gaze no more on her bewitching face
Carew, Thomas
`On his soul's mistress' [pr. 1640]
I surfeit with excess of joy and die.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 172 rev.
If any miss the H, that's wanting here,
`Anagram Elisabeth Crab, a careless tibb']
Let him but search her bones, he'll find it there.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268 rev.
If eighty-eight be past then thrive
`A prophecy found in St. Benedict's Abbey in Norfolk' [pr. Mercurius politicus, 1643]
A Spaniard Protestant to be.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 169 rev.
If her disdain in you least change can move
[pr. Donne's poems, 1635-69; answered by T2778]
Except self love seek private end.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Wotton)
f. 199v rev.
If I freely may discover
Jonson, Ben
[song in Poetaster II.ii]
Nor her peevishness annoy me.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 32v
If it be so a fable, or a story
`That the Bath is like Purgatory'
Hence no man is delivered but with paying.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 191 rev.
If judgment treads not on the heels of wit
But sstill his steps will be exorbitant.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
If law four terms, so if for war
`Upon lawyers'
One gets flying angels the other cracked crowns.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268 rev.
If madness be in lechery [poetry]
[translated from Latin]
A lecher, drunkard and a poet too?
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 270v rev.
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. 117
f. 175 rev.
If that bright honor have one minute's stain
[couplet]
An hundred years scant can it cleanse again.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
If that I have not all thy love
Donne, John
[pr. Poems, 1633]
Be one and one another's all.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 199 rev.
If women can be courteous when they list
But jades, and drabs together all were sold.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 196v rev.
If you either were angry or sorry
`To the mayor of the Bath'
That men in Bath go naked not ashamed.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 191 rev.
If you on earth that live did know
`Richard Roper lived 70 years and died 1578'
To everlasting light.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 157v rev.
Imperious Caesar dead and turn'd to clay
Should patch a wall to expel the water's flaw [flow?].
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164 rev.
In court men longest live, and keep their ranks
Daniel, Samuel
[couplet]
By taking injuries, and giving thanks.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
In reading of the sacred writ, beware
`On the reading of the scripture' [couplet]
Thou climb no stile, whenas a gap stands fair.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
In vain doth men contend against the stars
[couplet]
For what he seeks to make his wisdom mars.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
It being provident not trusting to his heir
`Upon a candle going out in a snuff' [couplet]
Went to his tomb alive, and so died there.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
It is a common use to entertain
Quarles, Francis
`On a dead man' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
So backed with troops of followeers, as he.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
It is a thief that oft before his face
Quarles, Francis
`On drunkenness' [couplet; pr. Divine Fancies 1632]
Steals men away, and lays a beast in's place.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
It's held more triumph to subdue one passion
[couplet]
Then to triumph over a bellick nation.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168v rev.
It's true, 'tis nowadays goo great a fault
[couplet]
To have too much pepper and too little salt.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171v rev.
John was the morning star that did forerun
Quarles, Francis
`On John and Jesus' [pr. Divine Fancies 1632]
Jesus near cures: where John near made a wound.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 170v rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 177v
Lawyers themselves maintain, the common weal
`Upon the praise and dispraise of lawyers' [equivocal verses]
And love, they want, not keeping amity.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268 rev.
Leave off your heavy trance
`Grays Inn. Songs'
By keeping asunder.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 248v rev.
Let it suffice a poor and humble debtor
*?Harington, Sir John, of Kelston
[couplet, subscribed `Orla[ndo Furioso]]
To say and if he could it should be better.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Let not a father be too venturous bold,
Robinson, Robert (1660)
Children return to parents little back.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 218
p. 117
Like to the damask rose you see
Quarles, Francis? (extra verse)
[pr., with various verses added, in Argalus and Parthenia (1629); Microbiblion (1629); Crums of Comfort' (1629)]
So man that dies shall live again.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 162 rev.
Like to the silent [thundering] tone of unspoke speeches
Corbett, Richard
`Nonsense' [pr. Wits recreations, 1641]
To see these lines set for his epitaph.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 186 rev.
Lord our father's true relation
Pembroke, Mary Herbert, countess
Psalm 44
Mercy may from thrall redeem us.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 265v rev.
Love bred of glances, 'twixt amorous eyes
`Cant. 20'
Angels are guests and dance at this blest wedding.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Donne)
f. 222v
Love is a spirit all compact of fire
[couplet]
Not dull to sink, but light and will aspire.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276v rev.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
[couplet]
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 156v rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 32v
Man's body's like a house: his greater bones
Quarles, Francis
`A description of man' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Unsure at surest, and but short at longest.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 178v rev.
Marble never wept for woman
`Another elegy' [for Mistress R. L.]
Glory will wake in peace, now sleeping.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 187 rev.
Marble piles, let no man raise
Browne, William, of Tavistock
`Epitaph upon the Countess of Pembroke' [second verse of U59]
Both her mourner, and her tomb.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268v rev.
Mark but this flea, and mark in this
Donne, John
`The flea' [pr. Poems, 1633]
Will waste as this fleas's death took life from thee.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 218 rev.
Marry and love thy Flavia, for she
Donne, John
`In Flaviam' [Elegy II; pr. 1633]
For things in fashion every man will wear.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 224 rev.
Men live (alas) as if life ne'er should fail
[couplet]
Or as hell were but an old woman's tale.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168v rev.
Men say it, and we often see it come to pass
[couplet]
Good turns in sand, shrewd turns are writ in brass.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Men take the sacred seals of their salvation
Quarles, Francis
`On the receiving of the Lord's supper' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Of all their mirth, remember Judas' sop.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 170v rev.
Men will thee deem or judge only to be
[anagram: `Judith Gore or judge thee'
They'll find it then decked with divinity.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 33v
More glorious suns adorn fair London's pride
[couplet]
Than all rich England's continent beside.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
My fortunes are at your disposing set
[couplet]
Uncle, and father are in you both met.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
My little Ben now thou art young
Hoskins or Hoskyns, John
`Hoskins in the Tower to his little son Benjamin'
Lest that as mine imprison thee.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 16
My sins are like the hairs upon my head
Quarles, Francis
`On sins' [pr. Argalus and Parthenia, 1629]
Like twinkling stars before the rising sun.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 161v
My son the instruction that my words impart,
`An hymn on the 7th chapter of Proverbs'
And fall where many mightier have been slain.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 116
f. 117
My wife and I full twenty years
`A distich after the death of a jealous scolding wife' [subscribed `Clitophon Lucippe']
Rending the clouds in sunder.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 156 rev.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love
Donne, John
`Elegy' [pr. 1633]
And leave him then, being made a ready horse.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 207 rev.
Never was marriage better driven by fate
Jonson, Ben
`Upon King James his union of England and Scotland'
The married pair two realms, the sea the ring.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164 rev.
No power lends immortality to men
When sublime piles and monuments do fail.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165v rev.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
Donne, John
`Elegy autumnal' [pr. Poems, 1633]
I shall ebb on with them that homeward go?
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 220 rev.
No youthful blood, nor blushing vein
`A nuptial-funeral, upon old Fleming, of Stanmore who aged 82, was married there. Octob. 12 1635'
His epithalme; and epitaph; so old etc. [incomplete?]
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 181 rev.
None hates learning but these harmers
[couplet]
Catchpoles, usurers, fools an farmers.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 272 rev.
Not dead; not born, not christened not begot
[epitaph on a woman named Not]
Which whilst thou readest, yet thou readest not.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 22v
Not for in color, it was like thy hair
Donne, John
`To a gentlewoman'
Because 'tis cordial would 'twere at thy heart.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 225v
Not monumental stones preserves thy fame
`An epitaph'
Stanley for whom this stands shall stand in heaven.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 269 rev.
Not that I wish my mistress
`Description of a wished mistress' [pr. Poems of Pembroke and Rudyard, 1660]
And pleasant but are naught for food.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 182 rev.
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state
Jonson, Ben
[from The forrest, last couplet only]
You may securely sin but safely never.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276v rev.
Now good my friend conform you to the rest
[couplet]
Let not your wings be greater than your nest.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Obloquies, if they despised be, they die suppress'd
[couplet]
But if with rage acknowledged, they are confessed.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164 rev.
Oh all ye nations of the world
Norton, Thomas
Psalm 117
Praise ye the Lord I say.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 112
f. 37 rev.
Oh heavenly powers, why did you bring to light
Guliford, [ ]
`On women' [cf. O484, O489]
To be a spiteful thing that's true to no man.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 23
Oh let me not serve so, as those men serve
Donne, John
`Elegy' [pr. 1633]
What hurts it me, to be excommunicate?
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 213 rev.
Oh Lord my God, in all distress
[reference to setting by N. Giles]
To thee (O Lord) alone.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 23
p. 117
Oh ye blind nations of the earth,
Knollys, Francis
Psalm 117
Shows us his truth, his truth that cannot change.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 60
p. 42
Old Oliver he's dead and rotten
`A song to the tune of Let Oliver now be for etc.' [on the duke of Marlborough]
They may come and kiss my arse.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 155
p. 117
Once and but once found in thy company
Donne, John
`Elegy' [pr. 1633]
T'embalm thy father's corpse, what, will he die?
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 212 rev.
Once on occasion two good friends of mine
`Two questions put between a lawyer and divine' [epigram]
And so they drank one to another after.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 175 rev.
Only the dying day and end doth show
[couplet]
Whether a man hath happy been or no.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168v rev.
Our God and soldier we alike adore
Quarles, Francis
[pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Our God's forgotten and our soldier slighted.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171v rev.
Our life is nothing but a winter's day
Quarles, Francis
`On the life of man' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Who dies betime has less and less to pay.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
Our Oxford sheriff of late is grown so wise
`On the Sheriff's beer' [conclusion to F293]
The jury sat and found it dead already.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 190 rev.
Our passions are most like to floods and streams
Raleigh, Sir Walter?
`Sir Walter Raleigh to Queen Elizabeth'
And sues for no compassion.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 160
f. 117
Our power is as a drop and little can
Hun., [ ]
[couplet subscribed `Hun:']
Let this suffice our mind is an ocean.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
Our storm is past: and that storm's tyrannous rage
Donne, John
`Calm' [pr. 1633]
I should not thus feel this misery.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 27
Our trust in God for riches neither must
Quarles, Francis
`On trust and care' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Exclude our care: nor care exceed our trust.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 170v rev.
Our youth can never guide our foot so even
[couplet]
But in despite some scandal will be given.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
Peter and Abraham were at late at strife
`An epitaph upon Doctor [Robert] Some master of Peterhouse'
In Abraham's bosom now his soul doth rest.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268 rev.
Poetry and poverty his tomb doth enclose
`An epitaph upon true poet'
Therefore good friends be merry in prose.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 157 rev.
Poverty and poetry his tomb doth enclose
[couplet]
Therefore good gentlemen be merry in prose.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164v rev.
Praise him that aye
Pembroke, Mary Herbert, countess
Psalm 117
Doth time outlive.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 24
p. 170
Praise, praise the Lord, all that of lowest sphere
Pembroke, Mary Herbert, countess
Psalm 117 [rejected version]
Decayeth not, He needs it not renew.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 25
f. 116v
Reader, look here, and behold;
[elegy on George Herbert, translated from Latin]
Acquaintance with the earth.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 180 rev.
Reader stay and thou shalt know
`A monument on Christopher Wase and citizen goldsmith of London' [d. 22 Sept. 1605]
Resting in peace, peace that so oft didst make.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 157v rev.
Reader this [same] stone doth tell
`Epitaph upon the countess of Pembroke'
Thou'lt swear, here lies the mother of pearl.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268v rev.
Reader wonder think it none
Fletcher, Giles?
`On Prince Henry' [1612; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1623]
Melt themselves to tears and die.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 183v rev.
Reader wonder think it none
Fletcher, Giles?
`On Prince Henry' [1612; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1623]
Melt themselves to tears and die.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268v rev.
Reader wonder think it none
Fletcher, Giles?
`On Prince Henry' [1612; pr. Camden's Remaines, 1623]
Melt themselves to tears and die.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 269 rev.
Religion and war do make us all jar:
Robinson, Robert (1660)
[couplet]
The truth and true peace they keep from us far.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 218
p. 117
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more near
Basse, William
`On Mr. Shakespeare' [pr. Donne's Poems, 1633]
Honor hereafter to be laid by thee.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 16v
See how Dame Nature with her name conspires
[headed H(ester) W(ase)]
Until by them it fully be embraced.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 33v
Send home my long strayed eyes to me,
Donne, John
`Song' [pr. 1633]
Or prove as false as thou art now.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 217v rev.
She that through fear her limbs with lust enrolls
[couplet]
Wants Cleopatra's asps and Portia's coals.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164 rev.
Shine forth bright sun thou hast no cause this day
`Upon the birthday of his friend BD: born March the 10'
Shall make us twins.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 20
Should I not my treasure tell
Whose these sacred ashes be.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268v
Since Christ embraced the cross itself dare I
Donne, John
`The cross' [pr. Poems, 1633]
That cross's children, which our crosses are.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 203 rev.
Since she must go and I must mourn, come night
Donne, John?
[pr. Poems, 1669; dubious attribution?]
As I will never look for more in you.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 218v rev.
Sir Roger from a piece of zealous frieze
Cleveland, John
`A dialogue of two zealots' [on the et cetera oath, 1640; pr. Poems 1669]
They and their tribe were all et cetera.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 155 rev.
Skelton some rhymes, good Elderton a ballad
`Madame Mallet unmasked'
Thou art thy own fine fool, the people's jest.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. J. S.)
f. 20v
Soft looks and fair faces
Williams, John (autograph 1709-26)
`Upon Soft and fair goes far'
Bring maids to the breeches.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 191
f. 117
Sour fronted mistress I do now perceive
`Fortuna infotunis' [last couplet borrowed from I1099]
I'll surfeit with excess of joy, and die.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 172 rev.
Stay: but may such a motion be withstood
Tillman, Edward, Pembroke Hall, Cambr. (matr. 1609)
`His deter' of not studying divinity'
Fitness for sacred calling. God knows no.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 17
Stay oh sweet and do not rise
[pr. John Dowland's A pilgrim's solace, 1612, and Donne's poems, 1669]
And perish in their infancy.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Donne)
f. 220v rev.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come
[couplet]
For light cares speaks when mighty griefs are dumb.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Such the rewards of great employments are
[couplet]
Hate kills in peace, whom fortune spares in war.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Supple her heart with words of kind relief
[couplet]
Give words of oil, unto her wounds of grief.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 275 rev.
Sweetheart I go not for weariness of thee
Donne, John
`Donne's sonnet'
Alive, ne'er parted be.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 213v rev.
Take idleness away, and out of doubt
[couplet]
Cupid's bone breaks, and all his lamps go out.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Ten in the hundred lies under this stone
[couplet]
It's a hundred to ten to the devil he's gone.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 179 rev.
That I do breathe and please, if please I do,
[couplet]
It is your grace, such proceeds from you.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274v rev.
The ancient saying is no heresy
[couplet]
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 156 rev.
The curse of frailties we but see to choose
[couplet]
Choose to enjoy, ere we enjoy, we lose.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165v rev.
The double u is double woe
`On the word wife'
Heavens defend me from a wife.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 190 rev.
The Dutchman swears he'll now have wars with Spain
My wish shall faster fly the other way.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 19v
The faithful servant will not feed until
`On Abraham's servant'
They speed their master's work, they'll drink no more.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171v rev.
The foe to the stomach and the word of disgrace
`Raleigh' [couplet]
In the gentleman's name with the impudent face.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
The freeborn English generous and wise
`A satire...in allusion to Tacitus de vita Agricolae'
To have enslav'd but made this isle their friend.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 173
f. 117
The goods we spend we keep, and what we save
Quarles, Francis
`A riddle' [attr. Quarles by Dr. Percy Simpson; couplet]
We lose; and only what we lose, we have.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 170v rev.
The Indian weed is withered quite
Wisdome, [ ]?
`Tobacco'[attr. to [ ] Wisdome in TCD MS 877]
Thus think drink no Tobacco.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 162v rev.
The mean is best, green fruits the stomach gripes
The elder clowy, if they be overripe.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168v rev.
The old Sicilian fox
Before his side of Bacon.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 270 rev.
The print of love, if it be stamped aright
[couplet]
Is most in mind, when it is least in sight.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168 rev.
The Queen was brought by water to Whitehall
Dekker, Thomas?
[on the death of Queen Elizabeth; pr. Dekker's The wonderful year, 1603]
Sh'had come by water had she come by land.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 163 rev.
The Queen's removed in solemn sort
Dekker, Thomas?
`Upon the Queen's last remove being dead' [1603]
But now the court removed the Queen.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 163 rev.
The Scotsmen are bold beggars yet
And that's the day shall pay for all.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 226v rev.
The sun-delighting fly repairs at first
Quarles, Francis
`The advice' [pr Divine fancies, 1632]
With lavish cups; remember but the fly.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
The way from wealth and store to want and need
[couplet]
Is much to build and many mouths to feed.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271v rev.
The word of denial; and the letter of fifty
Raleigh, Sir Walter?
`On Bp. [Alexander] Nowell'
Is the name of the man that will never be thrifty.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
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. 117
f. 173 rev.
The world's a theater, the earth a play
Quarles, Francis
`On the life and death of man' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Death strikes the epilogue and the play is done.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
The world's an inn; and I her guest:
Quarles, Francis
`On the world' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
Her lavish bills, and go my way.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
There is a bow wherein to shoot I sue
Your feathers will be spent.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 17
There is no God, the fool doth say
Pembroke, Mary Herbert, countess
Psalm 53
Then Jacob's house shall dance and sing.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 255 rev.
There is not half so warm a fire
`On a lady in a veil'
I pick a cabinet for a bristol stone.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 167 rev.
There never yet was emperor or king
[couplet]
Could boast that he had fortune in a string.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
They least know
[couplet]
That are above the tedious steps below.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276 rev.
They that in love's blind paths do learn to plod
[couplet]
Forget themselves, their country and their God.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Things won are done the soul's joy lies in doing
`Women are angels wooing'
Nothing of that shall from my eyes appear.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 156v rev.
This faithful servant will not feed until
Quarles, Francis
`On Abraham's servant' [pr. Divine fancies, 1632]
They speed their master's work, they'll drink the more.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171v
This life's a play scened out by nature's art
`An epitaph on Mr. Burbage' [d. March 1619]
Here lies the best tragedian ever played.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 25
This world to win, we all do sin
Robinson, Robert (1660)
And leave our earthly state.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 218
p. 117
Those which reap where t'other men have planted
`Christopher Wase. Thos wch reap rise'
Though some do rise, yet others are supplanted.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 33v
Thou sendest to me a heart was crowned
Ayton, Sir Robert
`Sonnet'
As it is free from wrong.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 188v rev.
Thou, which art I, 'tis nothing to be so
Donne, John
`Description of a storm in the island voyage 1597 sent to Mr. Chr: Brooke' [pr. Poems, 1633]
That though thy absence starve me, I wish not thee.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 76
Though thou hadst Argus eyes be sure of this
[couplet]
Women hath sworn with more than one to kiss.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
Thus you may see,
Pray unto God for mercy and grace.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 184 rev.
Thy anger erst in field
Pembroke, Mary Herbert, countess
Psalm 60
Shall lay our haters low.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 254v rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 209 rev.
Tis love breeds love in me; and cold disdain
Rudyard, Benjamin?
[answer to I798; pr. Poems of Pembroke and Ruddier, 1660]
Which never could to public tend.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 199v
Tis not a gown of gray, or shepherd's life
Wotton, Sir Henry
`Against solitariness'
For men do often learn where they do teach.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 29
Tis true 'tis day, what though it be?
Donne, John
[pr. Poems, 1633]
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 220v rev.
To weave the web of his own woe
[couplet]
His vaunts did seem hatched under Samson's locks.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165v rev.
To what a cumbersome unwieldiness
Donne, John
`His love's diet' [pr. Poems, 1633]
And the game killed, or lost, go talk, and sleep.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 204v rev.
Twelve several cates my wife provides
And cost him not a groat.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 189v rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. [ ] Fesant)
f. 150 rev.
Underneath this sable hearse
Browne, William, of Tavistock
`On the countess of Pembroke' [cf. Elegy, T2695]
Both her mourner and her tomb.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268v rev.
Walsall Godwin's life well spent
`Upon Mr. Godwin Walsall'
What is lost we lose alone.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 270 rev.
We hold as faith What England's church allows
`Verses presented to the King'
That shuns the Mass Is Catholic and wise!
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 166 rev.
We read of kings and gods that kindly took
Carew, Thomas
`On a cruel mistress' [pr. Poems, 1640]
Who burned the temple where she was adored.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 163v rev.
We read of kings and gods that kindly took
Carew, Thomas
`On a cruel mistress' [pr. Poems, 1640]
Who burned the temple where she was adored.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 172 rev.
Well met my dear Alexis, kindest swain
Chatwin, John
`A pastoral. A shepherd complaining of the cruelty of his mistress, at last ends his days in despair'
And homewards went the swain's sad fate to mourn.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 94
p. 117
What heat of learning kindled your desire
`A copy of verses made upon the burning of a school' [Barkley or Bridley in Yorkshire; pr. Wit and drollery 1661]
Had not there come by chance As in presenti.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 182 rev.
What is our life, a play of passion
Raleigh, Sir Walter
`On man's life' [pr. Gibbons's First set of madrigals, 1612]
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
What is so sweet, so amiable
Psalm 133
Exempt from change, or end.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 257 rev.
Whate'er it be accept it as a due
[couplet]
From him whose all doth all belong to your.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
When by thy scorn (fair murderess) I am dead
Donne, John
`The apparition' [pr. Poems, 1633]
Then by my warning keep me innocent.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 202 rev.
When death saw Vere armed with his sword and shield,
`Upon [Sir Francis] Vere' [1609]
Death like a coward struck him, and Vere died.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
When shall I see
Hughes, Dr. Henry
[ascribed to Henry Hughes in Henry Lawes's Third book of ayres, 1658]
Thy conquest over all.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 37
p. 117
When tender Jove in Crete did sweat
`On May Day 1644'
To them of heaven for us of earth.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 35
Where like a pillow on a bed
Donne, John
`The ecstasy' [pr. Poems, 1633]
Small change when we are two bodies grown.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 201 rev.
Where wisdom goes before, we often find
[couplet]
If death in water be, 'tis everywhere.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 171 rev.
Where'er we toss upon this crabbed stage
[couplet]
Grief's our companion, patience is our page.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 273 rev.
Who gets the opinion of a virtuous name
[couplet]
May sin at pleasure and ne'er think of shame.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 164v rev.
Who keeps a golden mean is sure to find
[couplet]
A healthful body, and a cheerful mind.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 276v rev.
Whoever guesses, dreams or thinks he knows
Donne, John
`The curse' [pr. Poems, 1633]
Nature beforehand hath out-cursed me.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 208 rev.
Whoever loves, if he do not propose
Donne, John
`Elegy. On love's progress'
As who by clyster gave the stomach meat.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 211 rev.
Whoever of her husband makes a fool
Williams, John (autograph 1709-26)
No matter which fool leads.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 191
f. 117
Whores live well and die well
[couplet: cf. DNB under Madam Creswell]
For they live in Clerkenwell and die in Bridewell.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 271 rev.
Why should I praise the lady I possess
`In commendation of his mistress'
So large a mark, as whoso shoots may hit.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 189 rev.
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
Rawl. poet. 117 (attr. Corbett)
f. 174
Within this marble casket lies
`On the death of an infant' [pr. Stowe's Survey of London, 1618, and Camden's Remaines, 1623; attr. G. Morley in BL Add. 30982]
But showed and put it up again.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 183v rev.
Within this marble casket lies
`On the death of an infant' [pr. Stowe's Survey of London, 1618, and Camden's Remaines, 1623; attr. G. Morley in BL Add. 30982]
But showed and put it up again.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 268v rev.
Women's kind hearts men's tears cannot abide
[couplet]
They least are angry when the most they chide.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 274 rev.
Wouldst thou hear what man can say
Jonson, Ben
`An epitaph on a gentlewoman whose name was Elizabeth [Elizabeth Sidney? or Queen Elizabeth?]' [Epigrammes, cxxiv]
Than that it lived at all; farewell.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 269 rev.
Ye muses more than nine come to relate
`On Hobson the Cambridge carrier'
In the vast warehouse of mortality.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 175 rev.
Yet higher powers must think, though they repine
[couplet]
When sun is set the little stars will shine.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 165v rev.
Your face; your tongue: your wit
Raleigh, Sir Walter?
[by Raleigh? cf. H627]
Your face? your tongue? your wit.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 161
Your face; your tongue: your wit
Raleigh, Sir Walter?
[by Raleigh? cf. H627]
Your face? your tongue? your wit.
Bodley
Rawl. poet. 117
f. 168v rev.
