No More Learning

My faithful friend, if you can see, I. 97.

My God, I'm wounded by my sin, II. 173.

My God! look on me with thine eye, II. 175

My head doth ache, II. 9.

My Lucia in the dew did go, II. 58.

My many cares and much distress, II. 139.

My muse in meads has spent her many hours, I. 116.

My soul would one day go and seek, II. 101.

My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd, II. 164.

My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near, I. 225.


Naught are all women: I say no, II. 102.

Need is no vice at all, though here it be, II. 48.

Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes, II. 42.

Never my book's perfection did appear, I. 123.

Never was day so over-sick with showers, I. 62.

Next is your lot, fair, to be numbered one, I. 236.

Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, II. 195.

Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be, II. 8.

Night makes no difference 'twixt priest and clerk, II. 97.

No fault in women to refuse, I. 148.

No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill, II. 148.

No man comes late unto that place from whence, II. 31.

No man is tempted so but may o'ercome, II. 236.

No man so well a kingdom rules, as he, II. 155.

No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim, II. 121.

No more, my Sylvia, do I mean to pray, II. 2.

No more shall I, since I am driven hence, I. 164.

No news of navies burnt at seas, I. 157.

No trust to metals, nor to marbles, when, II. 272.

No wrath of men or rage of seas, II. 14.

Noah the first was, as tradition says, II. 233.

None goes to warfare but with this intent, I. 50.

Noonday and midnight shall at once be seen, I. 71.

Nor art thou less esteem'd that I have plac'd, II. 70.

Nor is my number full till I inscribe, I. 250.

Nor think that thou in this my book art worst, II. 159.

Not all thy flushing suns are set, I. 87.

Nothing can be more loathsome than to see, II. 10.

Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let, I. 221.

Nothing hard or harsh can prove, II. 48.

Nothing is new, we walk where others went, I. 175.

Now if you love me, tell me, II. 150.

Now is the time for mirth, I. 97.

Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim, I. 22.

Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set, II. 81.

Now, now's the time, so oft by truth, I. 63.

Now, now the mirth comes, II. 145.

Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see, II. 125.


O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be, I. 21.

O Jealousy, that art, I. 213.

O Jupiter, should I speak ill, II. 61.

O Times most bad, II. 10.

O Thou, the wonder of all days! II. 196.

O years! and age! farewell, II. 189.

O you the virgins nine! II. 31.

Of all our parts, the eyes express, I. 152.

Of all the good things whatsoe'er we do, II. 255.

Of all those three brave brothers fall'n i' th' war, I. 212.

Of both our fortunes good and bad we find, II. 71.

Offer thy gift; but first the law commands, II. 122.

Oft bend the bow, and thou with ease shalt do, II. 55.

Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, I. 187.

Old wives have often told how they, I. 19.

On, as thou hast begun, brave youth, and get, I. 188.

On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd, II. 137.

One ask'd me where the roses grew, I. 19.

One birth our Saviour had; the like none yet, II. 231.

One ear tingles, some there be, II. 160.

One feeds on lard, and yet is lean, I. 216.

One man repentant is of more esteem, II. 235.

One more by thee, love, and desert have sent, I. 239.

One night i' th' year, my dearest beauties, come, II. 23.

One of the five straight branches of my hand, I. 256.

One only fire has hell; but yet it shall, II. 239.

One silent night of late, I. 30.

Only a little more, I. 103.

Open thy gates, II. 212.

Or look'd I back unto the time hence flown, II. 39.

Orpheus he went, as poets tell, II. 82.

Other men's sins we ever bear in mind, II. 66.

Our bastard children are but like to plate, II. 139.

Our crosses are no other than the rods, II. 97.

Our honours and our commendations be, I. 150.

Our household gods our parents be, II. 29.

Our mortal parts may wrapp'd in sear-clothes lie, I. 251.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter, II. 201.

Out of the world he must, who once comes in, I. 251.


Paradise is, as from the learn'd I gather, II. 229.

Pardon me, God, once more I Thee entreat, II. 212.

Pardon my trespass, Silvia, I confess, II. 116.

Part of the work remains; one part is past, II. 164.

Partly work and partly play, II. 142.

Paul, he began ill, but he ended well, II. 234.

Permit me, Julia, now to go away, I. 72.

Permit mine eyes to see, II. 210.

Phœbus! when that I a verse, I. 152.
Physicians fight not against men; but these, II. 29.

Physicians say repletion springs, II. 121.

Play I could once; but gentle friend, you see, I. 103.

Play, Phœbus, on thy lute, I. 190.

Play their offensive and defensive parts, II. 211.

Please your grace, from out your store, II. 25.

Ponder my words, if so that any be, II. 111.

Praise they that will times past; I joy to see, II. 114.

Prat, he writes satires, but herein's the fault, II. 46.

Prayers and praises are those spotless two, II. 171.

Predestination is the cause alone, II. 237.

Prepare for songs; He's come, He's come, II. 204.

Preposterous is that government, and rude, I. 246.

Preposterous is that order, when we run, II. 49.

Princes and fav'rites are most dear, while they, II. 67.

Prue, my dearest maid, is sick, I. 152.

Puss and her 'prentice both at drawgloves play, II. 75.

Put off thy robe of purple, then go on, II. 249.

Put on thy holy filletings, and so, II. 106.

Put on your silks, and piece by piece, I. 22.


Rapine has yet took nought from me, II. 219.

Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show, I. 243.

Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing, II. 161.

Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, I. 111.

Reach with your whiter hands, to me, I. 232.

Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be, II. 158.

Readers, we entreat ye pray, II. 85.

Reproach we may the living, not the dead, II. 19.

Rise, household gods, and let us go, I. 138.

Roaring is nothing but a weeping part, II. 226.

Roses at first were white, I. 130.

Roses, you can never die, II. 154.


Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austine says, II. 233.

Sadly I walk'd within the field, I. 88.

Sappho, I will choose to go, II. 83.

Science in God is known to be, II. 222.

Sea-born goddess, let me be, I. 174.

See and not see, and if thou chance t'espy, I. 37.

See how the poor do waiting stand, I. 175.

Seeing thee, Soame, I see a goodly man, I. 220.

See'st thou that cloud as silver clear, I. 174.

See'st thou that cloud that rides in state, II. 86.

See'st thou those diamonds which she wears, I. 163.

Shall I a daily beggar be, II. 138.

Shall I go to Love and tell, II. 90.

Shame checks our first attempts; but when 'tis prov'd, II. 200.

Shame is a bad attendant to a state, I. 227.

Shapcot! to thee the fairy state, I. 148.

She by the river sat, and sitting there, II. 63.

She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so, II. 62.

Should I not put on blacks when each one here, II. 108.

Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs, I. 193.

Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night, I. 203.

Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring, II. 149.

Sin is an act so free, that if we shall, II. 238.

Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone, II. 238.

Sin leads the way, but as it goes it feels, II. 200.

Sin never slew a soul unless there went, II. 238.

Sin no existence; nature none it hath, II. 229.

Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere, II. 207.

Since, for thy full deserts, with all the rest, I. 191.

Since shed or cottage I have none, II. 150.

Since to the country first I came, I. 228.

Sing me to death; for till thy voice be clear, I. 190.

Sinners confounded are a twofold way, II. 236.

Sitting alone, as one forsook, I. 60.

Smooth was the sea, and seem'd to call, II. 116,

So good luck came, and on my roof did light, I. 124.

So long it seem'd, as Mary's faith was small, II. 233.

So long you did not sing or touch your hue, I. 119.

So look the mornings when the sun, II. 85.

So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies, I. 39.

So smell those odours that do rise, I. 181.

So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, I. 25.

So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles, I. 93.

Some ask'd me where the rubies grew, I. 28.

Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all, I. 252.

Some salve to every sore we may apply, II. 92.

Some would know, I. 12.

Sorrows divided amongst many, less, II. 48.

Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go, II. 196.

Sound teeth has Lucy, pure as pearl, and small, II. 29.

Speak, did the blood of Abel cry, II. 235.

Spend, harmless shade, thy nightly hours, II. 110.

Spring with the lark, most comely bride, and meet, II. 16.

Stand by the magic of my powerful rhymes, II. 98.

Stand forth, brave man, since fate has made thee here, II. 63.

Stand with thy graces forth, brave man, and rise, I. 226.

Stately goddess, do thou please, I. 178.

Stay while ye will, or go, I. 102.

Still take advice; though counsels, when they fly, II. 146.

Still to our gains our chief respect is had, I. 175.

Store of courage to me grant, I. 189.

Stripes justly given yerk us with their fall, II. 148.

Studies themselves will languish and decay, II. 144.

Suffer thy legs but not thy tongue to walk, II. 172.

Suspicion, discontent, and strife, I. 58.

Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's, I. 55.

Sweet are my Julia's lips, and clean, II. 95.

Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, I. 74.