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[The Poems to which no mark is prefixed are arranged above (pp. xliv.
xxxi, xxxiii, n. 126, n.)
This Index is confined to the forty-four poems enumerated in the list
by Lodge, but ascribed also to Dyer. See pp. xxx, lii, n.)
125, D. and 136.).
See p. xxx.)
See p. xxx.)
also p. 116.)......
. . xlv
Other copies (in Phenix Nest, 1593, and Davison) begin, “ Now what
POEMS BY WOTTON AND OTHERS.
And now all Nature seem'd in lovet (Wotton)
31 Believe it, Sir, you happily bave bit (Wotton) Dazzled thus with height of place (Wotton) Dum paer es, vanæ nescisque incommoda vocis (Hoskins) Eternal Mover, whose diffused glory (Wotton)
46 Eternal Time, that wastest without waste (A. W.).....
xlii Farewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing tronbles (Uncertain. See also p. 135.) 111 Go! bid the world, with all its trash, farewell (Breton)..
98 Go! Echo of the mind (Unknown).... He first deceas'd: sbe for a little tried (Wotton. See also p. 136.). Here lies the man was born and cried (Hoskins) How happy is he born and taught (Wotton).. If breath were made for every man to buy (Unknown)
83 Ir life be time that here is lent (Hoskins). In vain I live, such sorrow lives in me (A. W.)....
xlii It is not I that die, &c. (Ascribed to Sidney).
Ixix My prime of Youth is but a frost of cares (Tychbourne).. My Soul, exalt the Lord with hymns of praise (Wotton) Noble, lovely, virtuous creature (Wotton and Hoskins)..
10 O faithless World, and thy most faithless part (Wotton). Of many now that sound with hope's consort (Gorges).
xxxix O Thon great Power! in Whom I move (Wotton)
51 Rouse up thyself, my gentle Muse (Wotton).
24 Silence (in truth) would speak my sorrow best (Wotton) Sweet Benjamin, since thou art young (Hoskins)
85 The World's a bubble, and the life of man (Lord Bacon).
78 The worst is told, the best is hid (Hoskins)....
S Thy flower of youth is with a north wind blasted (Unknown)
68 Untimely Fever, rude insulting guest (Wotton)..
16 Who would have thought ibere could have been (Dr. Brooke). 65 Wotton, the country and the country swain (Bastard)
xi You meaner Beauties of the night (Wotton. See also p. 135). 14 You that on stars do look (Wotton)..
+ Another copy begins, “This day dame Nature seem'd in love"-.