584

579

One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe 536

585

418

LACKYNG my love, I go from place to place
Leave, lady! in your glasse of cristall clene
Let not one sparke of filthy lustre fyre
Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde.
Like as a ship with dreadfull storm long tost.
Like as an Hynd forth singled from the heard
Like as the gentle hart it selfe bewrayes.
Lo! Collin, here the place whose plesaunt syte
Lo! I, the Man whose Muse whylome did maske
Loe! I have made a Calender for every yeare.
Long languishing in double malady
Long-while I sought to what I might compare
Love lift me up upon thy golden wings.
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powre 592
Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace
583
Lyke as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. 578
Lyke as the Culver, on the bared bough. 586

576

463

11

486

8

7

579

Receive, most noble Lord, a simple taste
Receive, most Noble Lord, in gentle gree
Redoubted Knights, and honorable Dames
Redoubted Lord, in whose corageous mind
Rehearse to me, ye sacred Sisters Nine
Remembrance of that most Heroicke spirit
Renowmed Lord, that for your worthinesse
Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd
Right well I wote, most mighty Soveraine
Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire.

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583

584

SEE! how the stubborne damzell doth deprave 577
Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake
579
Shepheards, that wont, on pipes of oaten reed 559
Silence augmenteth grief, writing encreaseth
rage

571

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586

580

573

10

582

155

583

484

582

211

32

580

577

5

575

229

7

549

That conning Architect of cancred guyle
That Mantuane Poetes incompared spirit
The antique Babel, Empresse of the East
The Chian Peincter, when he was requirde
The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre love, is
vaine

The famous Briton Prince and Faery Knight
The famous warriors of anticke world
The gentle shepheard satte beside a springe
The glorious image of the Maker's beautie
The glorious pourtraict of that Angels face
The joyes of love, if they should ever last
The laurel-leafe, which you this day doe weare
The love which me so cruelly tormenteth
The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring
The morow next, so soone as Phoebus Lamp.
The noble hart that harbours vertuous thought
The Panther, knowing that his spotted hyde.
The paynefull smith, with force of fervent
heat

The prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit
brings

The rolling wheele, that runneth often round
The rugged forhead, that with grave foresight
The sacred Muses have made alwaies clame
The shepheards boy (best knowen by that
name)

578 UNQUIET thought! whom at the first I bred. 573
80 Unrighteous Lord of Love, what law is this

9 Upon a day, as Love lay sweetly slumbring

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575

574

586

VENEMOUS toung, tipt with vile adders sting 585

WAS it a dreame, or did I see it playne
We now have playde (Augustus) wantonly
Was it the worke of Nature or of Art
575 Weake is th' assurance that weake flesh re-
412
poseth
577 Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while 188
579 Well said the Wiseman, now prov'd true by
this

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