I do but name thee, Pembroke, and I find........................
If all you boast of your great art be true.........
If, as their ends, their fruits were to the same...
If I freely may discover......

If I would wish, for truth and not for show.
If men get name for some one virtue, then..
If, my religion safe, I durst embrace..
If, passenger, thou canst but read....

If Rome so great, and in her wisest age.....
If, Sackvile, all that have the power to do...
If thou wouldst know the virtues of mankind.
If to admire were to commend, my praise..
If to my mind, great lord, I had a state..
I grieve not, Courtling, thou art started up.
I had you for a servant once, Dick Brome...
I have my piety too, which, could.....

I know to whom I write. Here, I am sure

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I now think Love is rather deaf than blind..

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In picture, they which truly understand

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In place of 'scutcheons that should deck thy hearse

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I sing the birth was born to-night.

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I sing the just and uncontrolled descent...

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Is there a hope that man would thankful be......

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Is this the Sir, who, some waste wife to win

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It fits not only him that makes a book.

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I that have been a lover, and could show it...

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It hath been questioned, Michael, if I be.....

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It is not growing like a tree

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It was a beauty that I saw..

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It will be looked for, Book, when some but see.......

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Jephson, thou man of men, to whose loved name..... 70
Jonson, who sung this of him, ere he went............. 267

Kiss me, sweet: the wary lover..............

Leave, Cod, tobacco-like, burned gums to take..

Let it not your wonder move........

Let me be what I am; as Virgil cold...
Long-gathering Old-end, I did fear thee wise.
Look up, thou seed of envy, and still bring

Lord, how is Gamester changed! his hair close cut...
Lo, what my country should have done

Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are..............................

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Mądam, had all antiquity been lost.....
Madam, I told you late how I repented..
Marble weep! for thou dost cover.....
Martial, thou gav'st far nobler epigrams.
Master Surveyor, you that first began...

May none whose scattered names honor my book.

May others fear, fly, and traduce thy name.
Men, if you love us, play no more........
Men that are safe and sure in all they do
My verses were commended thou dar'st say..

Nemo asymbolus, nisi umbra, huc venito.....
New years expect new gifts.

Sister, your harp....... 286

Noblest Charis, you that are..

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No cause, nor client fat, will Chev'ril leese..

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No more let Greece her bolder fables tell.

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Not Cæsar's deeds, nor all his honors won...
Not glad, like those who have new hopes, or suits....
Not he that flies the court for want of clothes...

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Not to know vice at all, and keep true state...

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Now that the hearth is crowned with smiling fire.... 126

O that joy so soon should waste.

Painter, you're come, but may be gone....

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Playwright, by chance, hearing some toys I'd writ.. 55
Playwright, convict of public wrongs to men
Playwright me reads, and still my verses damns.....
Poor Poet-ape, that would be thought our chief....
Poor wretched states, pressed by extremities.......
Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair......

Reader, stay!........

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Retired, with purpose your fair worth to praise........ 75
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits.......

Ridway robbed Duncote of three hundred pound.....
Roe, and my joy to name, thou 'rt now to go.....
Rouse up thyself, my gentle Muse.........
Rudyerd, as lesser dames to great ones use..

See the chariot at hand here of Love.........

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See you yon' motion? not the old fa-ding.

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Shall I my affections slack.........

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She was the light (without reflex..

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Shift, here in town, not meanest among squires.......

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Since, Bacchus, thou art father........

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Since men have left to do praiseworthy things......... 34

Since you must go, and I must bid farewell...

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Sir, I am thankful, first to heaven for you.

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Sir Inigo doth fear it, as I hear........

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Sir Luckless, troth, for luck's sake pass by one..

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Sitting, and ready to be drawn..

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So, justest lord, may all your judgments be.......
Some act of Love's bound to rehearse...

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Some men of books or friends not speaking right..... 336
Son, and my friend, I had not called you so................... 262
Sons, seek not me among these polished stones........ 365
So Phoebus make me worthy of his bays......

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Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuff...................... 30
Strength of my country, whilst I bring to view.......
Such pleasure as the teeming earth......
Surly's old whore in her new silks doth swim

That Cod can get no widow, yet a knight...
That I hereafter do not think the bar......
That love's a bitter sweet, I ne'er conceive...
That neither fame nor love might wanting be
That not a pair of friends each other see.....
That poets are far rarer births than kings......
That thou art loved of God, this work is done.

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That thou hast kept thy love, increased thy will..... 55
That we thy loss might know, and thou our love..... 27
That you have seen the pride, beheld the sport........ 254
The humble petition of poor Ben.........

The judge his favor timely thou extends...

Then his chaste wife, though Beast now know no

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The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds.......
There's reason good that you good laws should make
The wisdom, madam, of your private life.........
The wise and many-headed bench that sits.............
Th' expense in odors is a most vain sin..
They are not, sir, worst owners that do pay..
They are not those are present with their face.
They talk of fencing and the use of arms..
This book will live: it hath a Genius; this.........
This figure that thou here seest put..

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Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show.
Thou call'st me poet, as a term of shame......

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Thou, friend, wilt hear all censures; unto thee....... 251
Though beauty be the mark of praise.........

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Though, happy muse, thou know'st my Digby well.. 284
Though I am young and cannot tell..

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Though thou hast passed thy summer-standing, stay 273
Thou hast begun well, Roe, which stand well too.... 54
Thou more than most sweet glove........

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Thou that mak'st gain thy end, and wisely well......
Thou, that would find the habit of true passion
Thy praise or dispraise is to me alike....................

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Tilter, the most may admire thee, though not I ..
'Tis grown almost a danger to speak true

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'Tis true, I'm broke! vows, oaths, and all I had..... 203
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name.
To make the doubt clear, that no woman's true.
To-night, grave sir, both my poor house and I.....

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To pluck down mine, Poll sets up new wits still...... 36
To put out the word whore thou dost me woo..
To thee my way in Epigrams seems new...
Touched with the sin of false play, in his punk

To urge, my loved Alphonso, that bold fame..
Truth is the trial of itself.....

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"Twere time that I died too, now she is dead...

Two noble knights, whom true desires and zeal....... 345

Underneath this sable hearse..

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Up, public joy, remember..

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Up, youths and virgins, up and praise........

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Uvedale, thou piece of the first times, a man...

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Wake, friend, from forth thy lethargy! The drum 170

Weep with me, all you that read...

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Welcome to all who lead or follow.....

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Were they that named you, prophets? did they see..
What beauty would have lovely styled

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What can the cause be, when the king hath given... 262
What charming peals are these..

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What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew...........
What I am not, and what I fain would be.......... 231

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