Naught are all women: I say no, PAGE 203 88 96 $48 56 Now, now's the time, so oft by truth 32 Now, now the mirth comes, 221 No wrath of men, or rage of seas 158 Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, 115 O jealousy, that art 130 Old wives have often told, how they 9 One ask'd me where the roses grew? 9 One of the five straight branches of Please your grace, from out your store Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, Sappho, I will choose to go Seaborn goddess, let me be See, and not see; and, if thou chance t'espy 18 Shapcot, to thee the fairy state Should I not put on blacks, when each one 101 196 89 here Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring, Since shed, or cottage I have none; 205 123 223 223 Sitting alone, as one forsook, So look the mornings, when the sun 165 207 92 63 140 194 109 The rose was sick, and smiling died; Stately goddess, do thou please, Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, Sweet western wind, whose luck it is, Tell me; what needs those rich deceits, The may-pole is up; This day, my Julia, thou must make FAGE 110 60 116 28 38 169 114 74 202 211 228 167 178 175 194 Thou art to all lost love the best, Thou gav'st me leave to kiss ; Though clock, Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop; 77 110 181 213 Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire Thrice, and above blest, my soul's half, art thou 19 Thrice happy roses, so much grac’d, to have 184 42 'Tis ev'ning, my sweet, 146 'Tis not the food, but the content, What conscience, say, is it in thee, 128 What I fancy I approve 5 S What needs complaints, What's that we see from far; the spring of day What though my harp, and viol be PAGE What was't that fell but now 50 When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, 98 While, Lydia, I was lov'd of thee, 46 Why this flow'r is now call'd so, Will ye hear what I can say Would I woo, and would I win; Ye have been fresh, and green; 109 205 81 Ye may simper, blush, and smile, 49 Ye silent shades, whose each tree here 128 You are a tulip seen to-day; 62 You have beheld a smiling rose, Young I was, but now am old, You say I love not, 'cause I do not play 51 8 7 FOR these transgressions, which thou here dost see, Condemn the printer, reader, and not me, Who gave him forth good grain; though he mistook The seed, so sow'd these tares throughout my book. 102 115 122 123 124 125 128 133 dele, after shame and put it after flame in next line 22 for Breath read Breathe notes 1 deles in plaudiste 5 for lye read lie 16 dele, after tear 2 put? after shepherdess 21 notes 3 for Oxoniensis read Oxonienses 12 for Clipsbey read Clipseby last dele e in horne 14 for finset read finest 23 for wain read wane 157 notes last 166 add to the note Indeed if it alludes, as it seemingly does, to the fate of that unfortunate monarch, Herrick must have composed it while his book was in the press. 10 for panier read pannier 175 (first so marked) should be 174 181 215 230 249 16 dele at us, and put it at maundy in the next line. 1 for 320 put 220 J. M. Gutch, Printer, 15, Small Street, Bristol. |