In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest 241 I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve 196 Mortals learn your lives to measure 151 84 My days have been so wonderous free 331 My dear mistress has a heart 131 My love was fickle once and changing My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook 267 My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine 339 268 One morning very early, one morning in the spring Prepar'd to rail, resolv'd to part Sabla, thou saw'st the exulting foe Say, lovely dream, where couldst thou find Say, Myra, why is gentle love Say not Olinda I despise. Says Plato why should man be vain She loves and she confesses too 69 230 The nymph that I lov'd was as cheerful as day 315 The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r 281 2 The shape and face let others prize - 334 Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes 117 To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 139 What, put off with one denial When first upon your tender cheek Why heaves my fond bosom! ah, what can it mean 321 With amorous wiles and perjur'd eyes 288 289 327 Wrong not, sweet Mistress of my heart 261 Ye happy swains whose hearts are free You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true 294 Young I am, and yet unskill'd 156 |