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Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not
Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.

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Fain would I sing, but Fury makes me fret.
Fair Britain's Prince, in the April of his years
Farewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles!
First shall the heavens want starry light
From death and dark oblivion, near the same
From the earth and from thy blood, O heaven, they came
From thence our kind hard-hearted is, enduring pain and

'Gainst fate no counsel can prevail

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet

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Give place, you ladies, and begone!

God gives not kings the style of gods in vain
Go, empty joys

Go, Soul, the body's guest

Great, good, and just! could I but rate

Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs 195

Had Lucan hid the truth to please the time

Happy were he could finish forth his fate
Have special care that valiant poverty
Heaven and earth one form did bear
He first deceased; she for a little tried
Here lies Hobbinol, our pastor whilere
Here lies the man was born and cried
Here lies the noble warrior that never blunted sword
Here lies the world's delight

Here Tantalus in water seeks for water, and doth miss
Her face, her tongue, her wit, so fair, so sweet, so sharp
Hesperia the Grecians call the place
He that his mirth hath lost

He that his mirth hath lost

How happy is he born and taught

I am that Dido which thou here dost see
If all the world and love were young
If all this world had no original

If a Phoenician born I am, what then?
If breath were made for every man to buy
If Croesus over Halys go

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If Cynthia be a queen, a princess, and supreme

If friendless faith, if guiltless thought may shield

If life be time that here is lent

If women could be fair, and yet not fond
I have no wine of Gaza nor Falerna wine
In the main sea the isle of Crete doth lie
In vain mine eyes, in vain you waste your tears
I sacrifice to God the beef which you adore.

Lady, farewell, whom I in silence serve!
Leave me, O love! which reachest but to dust
Let them bestow on every airt a limb.
Like hermit poor in pensive place obscure
Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired

Man's life's a tragedy; his mother's womb
Many by valour have deserved renown
Many desire, but few or none deserve
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay
More holy than the rest, and understanding more
My body in the walls captived

My days' delights, my spring-time joys fordone
My dear and only love, I pray

My lute, awake! perform the last

My mind to me a kingdom is

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares

My soul, exalt the Lord with hymns of praise
My wanton Muse, that whilome wont to sing

Nine furlongs stretched lies Tityus, who for his wicked
deeds

Noble, lovely, virtuous creature

No man was better nor more just than he
Nor southern heat nor northern snow.

O faithless world, and thy most faithless part
Of many now that sound with hope's consort
Of yew the Ituræans' bows were made
O had truth power, the guiltless could not fall
One fire than other burns more forcibly
O Thou great Power! in whom I move
O Thou, who all things hast of nothing made
Our graver Muse from her long dream awakes
Over the Medes and light Sabæans reigns
O wasteful riot, never well content

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Passions are likened best to floods and streams
Phoenicians first, if fame may credit have
Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light
Prometheus when first from heaven high

Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares

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Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven

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Seldom the villain, though much haste he make

Semiramis with walls of brick the city did enclose
Shall I, like an hermit, dwell

Shepherd, what's love, I pray thee tell?

Silence in truth would speak my sorrow best

Some old Auruncans, I remember well

Such as like heavenly wights do come

Sufficeth it to you, my joys interred

Sweet Benjamin, since thou art young

Sweet violets, Love's Paradise, that spread

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Strong Ilion thou shalt see with walls and towers high

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Sweet were the joys that both might like and last
Sweet were the sauce would please each kind of taste

The Amazon with crescent-formed shield
The ancients called me Chaos; my great years
The Arcadians the earth inhabited

The brazen tower, with doors close barred

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The Chalybes plough not their barren soil

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The Cretans ever liars were; they care not what they

say

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The doubt of future foes

The East wind with Aurora hath abiding

The Egyptians think it sin to root up or to bite
The first of all is God, and the same last is He
The foe to the stomach and the word of disgrace
The giants did advance their wicked hand
The greatest kings do least command content
The heaven and earth and all the liquid main
The higher that the cedar tree unto the heavens doth

The joyful spring did ever last, and Zephyrus did breed
The labouring man that tills the fertile soil

The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free
The man whose thoughts against him do conspire
The minds of men are ever so affected
The moistened osier of the hoary willow

Then came the Ausonian bands and the Sicanian tribes
Then marking this my sacred speech, but truly lend
The plants and trees made poor and old

The praise of meaner wits this work like profit brings
The queen anon commands the weighty bowl
There is a land which Greeks Hesperia name
There is none, O none, but you

The sun may set and rise

The thirsting Tantalus doth catch at streams that from
him flee

The ways on earth have paths and turnings known
The white dove for holy held in Syria Palestine
The word of denial and the letter of fifty

The world discerns itself, while I the world behold
The world's a bubble, and the life of man
The worst is told; the best is hid

Things thus agreed, Titan made Saturn swear
Though Cæsar's paragon I cannot be
Three things there be that prosper all apace
Thy flower of youth is with a north wind blasted
To praise thy life or wail thy worthy death
Troublous seas my soul surround
Tyrus knew first how ships might use the wind

Unhappy is the man

Untimely fever, rude insulting guest

We fear by light, as children in the dark
Were I a king, I could command content
Wert thou a king, yet not command content
What is our life? The play of passion
When all is done and said

Whence comes my love?

O heart, disclose !

When I look back, and in myself behold

While fury gallops on the way

Whiles I admire thy first and second ways
Whilst my soul's eye beheld no light.

Who grace for zenith had

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Who rules the duller earth, the wind-swollen streams
Who would have thought there could have been
Why, pilgrim, dost thou stray

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With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
With wisdom's eyes had but blind fortune seen
Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart

Yet, though thou fetch thy pedigree so far

You meaner beauties of the night

You that on stars do look

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II.

INDEX OF AUTHORS.

BACON, FRANCIS, LORD. Part II. Nos. xxii. xxiii.
BROOKE, FULKE GREVILLE, LORD. Part III. No. xxi.
BROOKE, SAMUEL, D.D. Part II. No. xix.

CHARLES I., KING. Part III. No. xxxvii.

DYER, SIR EDWARD. Part III. Nos. xvi. xvii. xviii. xix.;
with list of his other Poems among the Notes, p. 243.
ELIZABETH, QUEEN. Part III. No. viii.

ESSEX, ROBERT, EARL OF. Part III. Nos. xxiv. xxv.
xxvi.; with list of his other Poems among the Notes,
p. 248.

GORGES, SIR ARTHUR. Part III. No. xxx.

229.

See also p.

HARYNGTON, JOHN. Part III. Nos. vi. (doubtful) vii.
HEYWOOD, JOHN. Part III. No. ii. (very doubtful.)

HEYWOOD, THOMAS. Part 1. No. xxvii. (very doubtful.)
HOSKINS, JOHN. Part II. Nos. ii. (in part), xxv.

HUNNIS, WILLIAM. Part I. No. xxv. (doubtful.) Part III.
No. iv. (doubtful.)

JAMES I., KING. Part III. No. xxix.

JONSON, BEN. Part II. No. xi. (an erroneous claim.)
Part III. No. xxxii.

L'ESTRANGE, SIR ROGER. Part III. No. xxxviii.
LODGE, THOMAS. Part III. No. xxii.

M., F. Part III. No. xv. 3.

MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER.

Part 1. No. vi. 1.