Here let us close the record. Will she pause? (Edit.) I ask thee whence those ashes were I breathe, sweet Ghib, the temperate air of Wrest I come not here, you Gods, to plead the right (Fortune) I love thee not because thou'rt fair (see 'Wert thou ') I nothing doubt, Great and Immortal Powers (Poverty) I saw fair Celia (Chloris) walk alone I tell you true, whereon doth light I was foretold your rebel sex I will enjoy thee, come, my Celia, come PAGE 272 188 21 201 183 231 125 31 151 248 106 231 230 148 117 174 233 14 45 If the quick spirits in your eye If when the Sun at noon displays I'll gaze no more on that bewitching face. I'll not mis-spend in praise the narrow room I'll tell you true, whither do stray I'll tell you where's another Sun In Celia's face a question did arise In Love's name you are charged hereby (1640) In the first ruder age, when Love was wild It hath been said of old, that Plays be feasts Kiss, lovely Celia, and be kind Know, Celia, since thou art so proud Ladies, fly from Love's soft tale Lead the black bull to slaughter, with the boar Let him who from his tyrant mistress did Like to the hand that hath been used to play Madam, men say, you keep with dropping eyes Mark, how my Celia (see 'Hark, how my Celia,' al. Must she then languish, and we sorrow thus No more, blind God! for see, my heart Now you have freely given me leave to love Of what mould did Nature frame me Oh no! Heaven saw men's fancies stray O whither will you lead the fair Phillis, though thy powerful charms PAGE 35 39 88 12 28 65 118 175 196 30 I 91 73 80 21 66 234 72 60 242 Seek not to know my love, for she Seek not to know this woman, for she's worse Sir, since you have pleased this night t' unbend Sitting by the streams that glide So grieves the adventurous Merchant, when he knows Stand still, you floods! do not deface Stay, coward blood, and do not yield Stop the chafed boar, or play Such should the day be, so the sun should shine. 32 173 27 124 184 205 69 ΙΟΙ 58 81 224 125 Teach me, Lord, Thy ways, and I. Tell me, Lucretia (Utrechia), since my fate PAGE 203 103 Tell me no more, Her eyes are like 63 232 Teque meum, cùm triste fuit mihi tempus, amorem (C. B.) 254 That flattering glass, whose smooth face wears 16 That I prevent the message of the gods (Plutus). 145 That lovely spot which thou dost see 102 The harmony of colours, features, face 52 "The Heir' being born, was in his tender age The Lady Mary Villiers lies 119 51 The purest soul that e'er was sent. 51 153 This mossy bank they press'd. That aged Oak The reasons, equal Judges, here alleged (Pleasure) They come back to us in our lonely hours (Editorial) Think upon Thy promise made This cypress folded here, instead of lawn (imperfect) Those that can give, open their hands this day 29 98 205 Thou Shepherd, whose intentive eye (Aur. Townsend's) 'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand 61 To her, whose beauty doth excel 176 Tost in a troubled sea of griefs, I float 20 Upon my conscience, whensoe'er thou diest (Davenant's) 245 We know not where thy dust is laid (Editorial) We read of Gods, and Kings that kindly took Weep not, nor backward turn your eyes. Wert thou much fairer than thou art (quoted) When, Celia, I intend to flatter you When haughtie thoughts impuffe thee, then (T. Carey's) When I behold, by warrant from thy pen When I shall marry, if I do not find When in the brazen leaves of Fame When on fair Celia I did spy xxvi 6 45 231 187 239 123 85 54 80 37 200 13 22 Why rage the Heathen? wherefore swell Why should dull Art, which is wise Nature's ape PAGE 41 34 162 184 114 192 85 With joy like ours, the Thracian youth invade (Waller's?) 100 Wonder not, though I am blind Would you know what's soft? I dare 30 70 199 30 90 172 'I ever labour to make the smallest deviations that I possibly can from the text; never to alter at all where I can by any means explain a passage into sense; nor ever by any emendations to make the author better when it is probable the text came from his own hands.' -Lewis Theobald, to Warburton. |