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That manna, which God on His people cast, II. 224.

That morn which saw me made a bride, I. 136.

That prince must govern with a gentle hand, II. 153.

That prince takes soon enough the victor's room, I. 136.

That prince who may do nothing but what's just, II. 162.

That princes may possess a surer seat, I. 203.

That there's a God we all do know, II. 243.

The bad among the good are here mixed ever, II. 229.

The blood of Abel was a thing, II. 235.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, II. 98.

The body's salt, the soul is; which when gone, II. 162.

The bound almost now of my book I see, II. 140.

The doctors in the Talmud, say, II. 235.

The factions of the great ones call, II. 101.

The fire of hell this strange condition hath, II. 235.

The gods require the thighs, II. 60.

The gods to kings the judgment give to sway, I. 136.

The hag is astride, II. 27.

The Jews their beds and offices of ease, II. 233.

The Jews, when they built houses, I have read, II. 230.

The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease, II. 214.

The lictors bundled up their rods; beside, II. 113.

The longer thread of life we spin, II. 224.

The May-pole is up, II. 46.

The mellow touch of music most doth wound, I. 12.

The mountains of the Scriptures are, some say, II. 226.

The only comfort of my life, II. 149.

The person crowns the place; your lot doth fall, II. 128.

The power of princes rest in the consent, II. 155.

The readiness of doing doth express, II. 92.

The repetition of the name made known, II. 229.

The rose was sick, and smiling died, II. 44.

The saints-bell calls, and, Julia, I must read, II. 7.

The same who crowns the conquerer, will be, II. 227.

The seeds of treason choke up as they spring, I. 9.

The shame of man's face is no more, II. 228.

The strength of baptism that's within, II. 247.

The sup'rabundance of my store, II. 220.

The tears of saints more sweet by far, II. 224.

The time the bridegroom stays from hence, II. 225.

The twilight is no other thing, we say, II. 148.

The Virgin Mary was, as I have read, II. 232.

The Virgin Mother stood at a distance, there, II. 230.

The work is done, now let my laurel be, II. 249.

The work is done: young men and maidens, set, II. 164.

Then did I live when I did see, II. 140.

There is no evil that we do commit, II. 233.

There's no constraint to do amiss, II. 239.

These fresh beauties (we can prove), I. 16.

These springs were maidens once that lov'd, I. 225.

These summer-birds did with thy master stay, I. 189.

These temporal goods God, the most wise, commends, II. 234.

Things are uncertain, and the more we get, II. 144.

This axiom I have often heard, II. 39.

This crosstree here, II. 253.

This day is yours, great Charles! and in this war, II. 87.

This day, my Julia, thou must make, II. 83.

This I'll tell ye by the way, II. 152.

This is my comfort when she's most unkind, II. 151.

This is the height of justice: that to do, II. 14.

This rule of manners I will teach my guests, II. 137.

This stone can tell the story of my life, II. 128.

Those ends in war the best contentment bring, II. 144.

Those garments lasting evermore, II. 242.

Those ills that mortal men endure, I. 192.

Those possessions short-liv'd are, II. 50.

Those saints which God loves best, II. 175.

Those tapers which we set upon the grave, II. 230.

Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, I. 122.

Thou art to all lost love the best, I. 132.

Thou bid'st me come away, II. 186.

Thou bid'st me come; I cannot come; for why? II. 186.

Thou cam'st to cure me, doctor, of my cold, I. 121.

Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, I. 178.

Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree, I. 188.

Thou hast made many houses for the dead, II. 95.

Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be, II. 179.

Thou knowest, my Julia, that it is thy turn, I. 247.

Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre, II. 100.

Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here, I. 26.

Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be, II. 157.

Thou sayest Love's dart, II. 90.

Thou say'st my lines are hard, I. 173.

Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no, II. 98.

Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop, II. 126.

Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I, I. 217.

Thou shall not all die; for while love's fire shines, I. 179.

Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, II. 100.

Thou who wilt not love, do this, I. 93.

Though a wise man all pressures can sustain, I. 72.

Though by well warding many blows we've pass'd, II. 45.

Though clock, II. 55.

Though frankincense the deities require, II. 117.

Though from without no foes at all we fear, II. 114.

Though good things answer many good intents, I. 137.

Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, I. 137.

Though I cannot give thee fires, I. 161.

Though long it be, years may repay the debt, II. 31.

Though thou be'st all that active love, II. 245.
Thousands each day pass by, which we, II. 39.

Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin, II. 172.

Three lovely sisters working were, I. 20.

Thrice, and above, bless'd, my soul's half, art thou, I. 40.

Thrice happy roses, so much grac'd to have, II. 60.

Through all the night, II. 187.

Thus I, I. 222.

Thy azure robe I did behold, I. 80.

Thy former coming was to cure, II. 248.

Thy sooty godhead, I desire, II. 14.

Till I shall come again let this suffice, I. 183.

Time is the bound of things where e'er we go, II. 71.

Time was upon, II. 178.

'Tis a known principle in war, I. 147.

'Tis but a dog-like madness in bad kings, II. 115.

'Tis evening, my sweet, I. 245.

'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend, II. 171.

'Tis heresy in others: in your face, I. 225.

'Tis liberty to serve one lord; but he, II. 103.

'Tis much among the filthy to be clean, II. 147.

'Tis never, or but seldom known, II. 80.

'Tis no discomfort in the world to fall, II. 147.

'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs, I. 24.

'Tis not every day that I, II. 51.

'Tis not greatness they require, I. 24.

'Tis not the food but the content, I. 154.

'Tis not the walls or purple that defends, II. 53.

'Tis said as Cupid danc'd among, II. 49.

'Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings, II. 55.

'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are, II. 134.

'Tis the chyrurgeon's praise and height of art, II. 84.

'Tis worse than barbarous cruelty to show, I. 251.

To a love feast we both invited are, II. 191.

To all our wounds here, whatsoe'er they be, II. 238.

To an old sore a long cure must go on, II. 138.

To bread and water none is poor, I. 38.

To conquered men, some comfort 'tis to fall, I. 60.

To fetch me wine my Lucia went, I. 234.

To find that tree of life whose fruits did feed, I. 74.

To gather flowers Sappha went, II. 62.

To get thine ends lay bashfulness aside, I. 7.

To him who longs unto his Christ to go, II. 222.

To his book's end this last line he'd have placed, II. 165.

To house the hag, you must do this, II. 104.

To join with them who here confer, II. 255.

To me my Julia lately sent, I. 14.

To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, I. 127.

To mortal men great loads allotted be, II. 51.

To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, I. 107.

To print our poems, the propulsive cause, I. 211.

To read my book the virgin shy, I. 5.

To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must, I. 81.

To seek of God more than we well can find, II. 192.

To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite, II. 78.

To this white temple of my heroes, here, I. 232.

To work a wonder, God would have her shown, II. 231.

Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear, II. 94.

Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is, II. 155.

Tread, sirs, as lightly as you can, II. 28.

True mirth resides not in the smiling skin, II. 172.

True rev'rence is, as Cassiodore doth prove, II. 224.

True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear, I. 171.

Trust me, ladies, I will do, I. 222.

Truth, by her own simplicity is known, II. 160.

Truth is best found out by the time and eyes, II. 108.

Tumble me down, and I will sit, II. 41.

'Twas but a single rose, I. 61.

'Twas Cæsar's saying: kings no less conquerors are, II. 88.

'Twas not love's dart, I. 201.

Twice has Pudica been a bride, and led, I. 225.

Twilight, no other thing is, poets say, II. 96.

'Twixt kings and subjects there's this mighty odds, I. 12.

'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known, II. 96.

'Twixt truth and error there's this difference known, II. 144.

Two instruments belong unto our God, II. 244.

Two of a thousand things are disallow'd, I. 10.

Two parts of us successively command, I. 171.

Two things do make society to stand, II. 93.


Under a lawn, than skies more clear, I. 29.

Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers, I. 256.

Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace, I. 248.


Virgins promis'd when I died, I. 52.

Virgins, time past, known were these, I. 77.


Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, II. 108.

Wantons we are, and though our words be such, II. 19.

Wanton wenches do not bring, II. 160.

Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour, II. 149.

Wash your hands, or else the fire, II. 80.

Wassail the trees, that they may bear, II. 80.

Water, water I desire, I. 23.

Water, water I espy, I. 75.

We are co-heirs with Christ; nor shall His own, II. 246.

We blame, nay we despise her pains, II. 98.

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please, II. 108.

We merit all we suffer, and by far, II. 243.

We pray 'gainst war, yet we enjoy no peace, II. 81.

We trust not to the multitude in war, II. 112.

We two are last in hell; what may we fear, I. 38.

Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light, II. 121.

Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find, II. 170.

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