This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| B01744 | 1681- 1684? |
| A76932 | WHy should I thus complain of thee? |
| A76932 | why shouldst thou say thy heart will break And all for love of my sweet sake? |
| B04714 | / J.P. Playford, John, 1623- 1686? |
| B04714 | / J.P. Playford, John, 1623- 1686? |
| B04714 | s.n.,[ London: 1670?] |
| B04818 | 1625- 1680? |
| B04818 | 1625- 1680? |
| B04818 | 1678- 1681? |
| A08667 | 5 VVhy, why should any basely hang and die? |
| A08667 | And is it then my life I hold so deare, That life to hold, I Dido would forgoe? |
| A08667 | And what wight can necessitie resist, Whose Iron bands, both men and gods enchaine? |
| A08667 | And what, ô wicked man, with child if Dido be: And of thy selfe some part of thee there lies inclosde in me? |
| A08667 | But I still burne: If thou the question moue What now I do? |
| A08667 | But graunt the land thou finde, to thee who will it giue? |
| A08667 | But most when Loue is wrongd, for why? |
| A08667 | Conuerse with her, that she may wound thine eare, To instruments hath shee not learn''d to fit Her fingers? |
| A08667 | Desire thou still to see her faire white skinne; Are her teeth blacke or wants shee of the best? |
| A08667 | For what haue I deseru''d? |
| A08667 | Hath she an ill vncomely and strange gate? |
| A08667 | Hath shee a swelling, and downe hanging breast? |
| A08667 | If all things else succeed, and nothing crosse thy minde: What place will euer yeeld to thee a wife to thee so kinde? |
| A08667 | In vaine alas I doubt of what I know, And seeke at thee what in my selfe I finde, I muse: Liue I and know this? |
| A08667 | Is it fit time to graffe? |
| A08667 | Is shee of small discourse, and slender wit? |
| A08667 | My breast shall not be now first pierced with this blade, For why? |
| A08667 | Not to Seamander you, but Tibers streames doe goe, Where graunt ariu''d, what are you els, but such as no man know? |
| A08667 | Or is it death that I so much do feare, That death to flye I would procure her woe? |
| A08667 | Relate some merry iest that shee may grinne: Is shee compassionate? |
| A08667 | Religion, Honour, Destinies decree, Three by poore one, how can resisted bee? |
| A08667 | Since fier, sword, seas,& death haue done their worst? |
| A08667 | Some further wrack to make me more accurst? |
| A08667 | Spare now, ô spare thine house, which giues it selfe to thee: But that indeed I haue thee lou''d, what fault canst find in me? |
| A08667 | Suppose a whirlwinde swift, God make these words but winde Catch thee vnwares, what courage thē, what thoughts will passe thy minde? |
| A08667 | To free thy body from disease and paine, Both sword, and fire,& what not wilt thou daine? |
| A08667 | To giue an instance of their desperate loue: Or, why should any with such crueltie, By selfe- inflicted wounds their soules remoue? |
| A08667 | What cause hast thou to hasten thus thy flight? |
| A08667 | What hath thy little sonne? |
| A08667 | What if of furious Seas the force thou didst not know? |
| A08667 | What mean''st thou? |
| A08667 | What she hath spun, who striueth to vntwist, Or sencelesse is, or pleasure takes in paine? |
| A08667 | What words can serue this anguish to display, Where waight of woe, doth reason ouerway? |
| A08667 | When wilt thou into forme a Towne like Carthage bring: And from thy Pallace top behold, thy subiects as their King? |
| A08667 | Why will the soyle to straungers yeeld, whereon themselues do liue? |
| A08667 | what hath thy gods deseru''d? |
| A37506 | ''t is all in Latine, and Vools no Latine know: Here not our Wathers wise men, and they did like it well? |
| A37506 | AS you came from the Holy Land, of Walsingham; Met you not with my true Love, by the way as you came? |
| A37506 | But sith your Grace in Forreign Coasts, among your Foes unkind; Must go to hazard life and limb, why should I stay behind? |
| A37506 | C ham zure they are not voolish, that made the Pass the trow; Why man? |
| A37506 | Did not these wicked treasons pass, when we together were; How that the King unworthy was, the Royal Crown to hear? |
| A37506 | Doth Company displease, ye sure, many a one; UUhere doth desire delight to live? |
| A37506 | Hey ho, hey ho, equal need? |
| A37506 | How can''st thou with a shameless face, deny a truth so stout; And here before his Royal Grace, so falsly face it out? |
| A37506 | How sweet a scent hath English ground, within my senses now? |
| A37506 | In this great distress, Quoth the Royal Lady, Who can now express, what will become of me? |
| A37506 | Is there a greater then our King, whom all men fear to see? |
| A37506 | Is there any faith in men that buried be? |
| A37506 | Is there any faith in strangers to be found, Is there any faith lies hidden in the ground? |
| A37506 | It is my 〈 ◊ 〉 which to near 〈 ◊ 〉 betwixt fire and frost? |
| A37506 | Tell me, who was thy Nurse? |
| A37506 | UUhere might I be plac''d, Gentle forrester tell me, Where should I procure, a Service in my care? |
| A37506 | What face so fair, that is not crackt with gold? |
| A37506 | What had''st thou for to Drink? |
| A37506 | What learning but with golden lines doth hold? |
| A37506 | What lull''d thee then asleep? |
| A37506 | What thing doth please thee most? |
| A37506 | What thing is that any gra ● ious Lord which you have lost? |
| A37506 | What wit so worth that hath in gold his wonder? |
| A37506 | When wast thou ● ors ●, Desire ● in pomp and pride of May, By whom( sweet Child) wast thou 〈 ◊ 〉? |
| A37506 | You move me much, my fair,( quoth he) your suit I fain would shun ▪ But what will you perform and do, to have this matter done? |
| A37506 | and a new way doth take, That sometime did love thee as her self, and her joy did thee make? |
| A37506 | he loves to live alone: Doth either time or Age, bring him into decay? |
| A37506 | sweet Speech, which likes me best, Tell me where is thy dwelling place? |
| A37506 | sweet Youth, and sugre ● joys, What was thy Meat and dainty Food? |
| A37506 | to gaze on beauty still: UUhom dost thou think to be thy Foe? |
| A37506 | unsavory Lovers teares, What Cradle wast thou rocked in? |
| A37506 | what state so high, but gold could lying it under, What thought so sweet, but Gold doth better seafo ●, And what rule better then the golden reason? |
| A37506 | ● hy is my Lord and Soveraign King, so griev''d in mind? |
| A23605 | Are these your precepts, shall I Conquer so? |
| A23605 | Are you sure,''t is She her self has Writ? |
| A23605 | Believe him not, he''s Man, and will deceive; What have I said? |
| A23605 | Constant in Truth, and moving in Address, And shall this Lover be deny''d Access? |
| A23605 | Drawn by her Swans, along her Thames she glides; Where should she dwell, but where her Mars resides? |
| A23605 | From such Deformity can Beauty rise? |
| A23605 | He begs you would his Racking Pains relieve, Believe — how can it hurt you to believe? |
| A23605 | Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700? |
| A23605 | Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700? |
| A23605 | How dares your Hand into her Breast intrude? |
| A23605 | I charge you cease, your impious hands with- hold, Against my Will must I present her Gold? |
| A23605 | If Maids, like Towns beseig''d, are to be won, What hinders? |
| A23605 | In vain from Conquering, killing Charms we turn, Where are we safe, if Springs have power to burn? |
| A23605 | Intreats an Answer from the gentler Fair, Again intreats, renews again her pray''r, And crys, how can you let the Youth despair? |
| A23605 | Kindness WHen to the last excess of Fondness grown, He longs for all, will you afford him none? |
| A23605 | Love — Love — she Vows, she reads it in your Face? |
| A23605 | Methinks I hear the blustring Souldier Swear, I now may seize her, shall I now forbear? |
| A23605 | Must I Surrender, Captive to my Foe? |
| A23605 | Orpheus, when climbing from the Stygian Coast, Look''d but once back; what blessings could he boast? |
| A23605 | Pretends the sad Distemper she can see, And crys, Sir, are you not in love with me? |
| A23605 | SHall Waves be bid to Roll, when Tempests roar? |
| A23605 | Shall Calms succeed, when the loud Storm Blow ore? |
| A23605 | Shall Darkness vanish at the Sun''s return? |
| A23605 | Shall Fire be bid to Burn? |
| A23605 | Shall I bid Gods, who are Immortal, Live? |
| A23605 | Shall I bid Women, all deceit, deceive? |
| A23605 | Shall I teach Misers to embrace their store? |
| A23605 | Shall Ice be Cold? |
| A23605 | Shall Poets live Dejected, Proud and Poor? |
| A23605 | Shall Silvius Love, and shall Amasia Scorn? |
| A23605 | Shall they teach me bright Beauty to adore? |
| A23605 | Some Precepts there are Modest in''t,''t is true; for what Man can at all times play the Libertine? |
| A23605 | Ten thousand, thousand times has She reply''d, Oft as you ask''d, has She as oft deny''d? |
| A23605 | The Mistress Reads; the Maids attentive wait, The grand affair some little time debate, Then, cry — but Madam, has he an Estate? |
| A23605 | To whom can I more fitly present the Art of Love, than to Your Lordship? |
| A23605 | What ca n''t the Maid that''s voluble of Tongue? |
| A23605 | What is it Sir, I know not what you said? |
| A23605 | What is this strange request which you have made? |
| A23605 | What wonders can not Love and Fancy do? |
| A23605 | Who can bid you Frown? |
| A23605 | Who can resist, when British Nymphs engage? |
| A23605 | Who would not Write, while Love commanding stands? |
| A23605 | Who would not love? |
| A23605 | Why are you hid, when longing to be known, Dare you not Fight without your Armour on? |
| A23605 | Why do''s her Breast her Charming Hand receive? |
| A23605 | Why must those Clouds obscure your radiant Eyes? |
| A23605 | Why should I be asham''d of what was unavoidable? |
| A23605 | Why this Device? |
| A23605 | With a false show a while maintain the Field, But when you press them hard, how soon they yeild? |
| A23605 | With wishing Eyes, cry, can it, can it be, That those dear sighs in pity rose for me? |
| A23605 | You, seen at distance, known, yet still She asks, Crys, is that he? |
| A23605 | can a Name be more? |
| A23605 | these fatal woes? |
| A23605 | — What Man the Thought can bear? |
| A34476 | AS you are fair, can you be loving too, And make me happy in adoring you? |
| A34476 | Ah Madam, now where were those powerful Charms That should have kept your Lover in your Arms? |
| A34476 | Ah, cruel Nymph, said I, what God unkind Hath with such Cruelty incens''d thy mind? |
| A34476 | And can great Lambert dye, and Nature show No sign, so great a ruine to forego? |
| A34476 | And can thy Eye find any place To gaze upon, but on this Face? |
| A34476 | And must their Names no more be thought upon, Buried in silent Oblivion? |
| A34476 | And that I love her well, she knows, For who can view that Heavenly Face, Not paying that Respect he owes To Beauty, bearing such a Grace? |
| A34476 | And with their Bodies must their Names be thrust Into the Earth, and Buried in the Dust? |
| A34476 | Are you in Love? |
| A34476 | Art thou become a Captive to her Eyes? |
| A34476 | But where is then Sicheus? |
| A34476 | But why a Dog? |
| A34476 | But why do I thus deprecate in vain, Hoping for what I never can obtain? |
| A34476 | But why so coy? |
| A34476 | But yet methinks I hear some say, Where''s he Dares contradict us in our Seigniory, And tax our actions? |
| A34476 | But yet suppose it so, cou''dst thou delight In cruel Wars, where blood doth blood excite? |
| A34476 | By what rude Hand was it that he did fall? |
| A34476 | Can VVealth and Honour make thee to contemn The certain gift of VVisdoms Diadem? |
| A34476 | Can else his Beams so dazle all Mens sight? |
| A34476 | Can not my Lady find Some spruce young Gallant that will please her mind? |
| A34476 | Can so my Fortune more auspicious prove? |
| A34476 | Can you prove false, who once I did adore? |
| A34476 | Come tell me, Venus, is not Love your Son, The same with Cupid? |
| A34476 | Cou''dst thou find out A cause of doubt, Or thought that there might be In either of us Mutability? |
| A34476 | Counsel so good, who coud not chuse but take, Though not for Hells, yet for his poor Wifes sake? |
| A34476 | Cupid, henceforth I vow despite Against thy Quiver and thy Bow, Did I plead Nonage in thy sight, Fond Boy, that thou shouldst use me so? |
| A34476 | DO''st not thou see this Picture set, Round with the Rose and Violet, Crown''d with the Garlands of the Spring, And Looks that might entice a King? |
| A34476 | Damn''d Monster, cou''dst thou find no other way Than this, thy righteous Husband to betray? |
| A34476 | Didst thou at random shoot a Dart, Directed by no certain slight, To see if thou couldst hit a Heart Which did thy Childish Godhead slight? |
| A34476 | Dire Queen of Shades, what power, as yet unknown, Hast thou assum''d, that''s stronger than thy own? |
| A34476 | Does Earth another Cacus yet afford? |
| A34476 | Eternal terror seize you for your pain; Think you I''ll take a Devil to my Bed? |
| A34476 | For loving you? |
| A34476 | Hail Power, said I, what impious hand hath done So vile an Act? |
| A34476 | Has age depriv''d thee of thy sense, to be The perfect Emblem of Foolery? |
| A34476 | Hast thou again mistook? |
| A34476 | He''s slick and sporting, who can chuse but doat On that which lies under a Ladis Coat? |
| A34476 | How came it then that thou should''st make So strange a love my Heart to seize, And give new vigor to the Snake Which was before content to freeze? |
| A34476 | How often have I made The same consession of my Love to thee, As mortals pay unto Divinity? |
| A34476 | How often have my Vows to Clelia paid My Constant Zeal? |
| A34476 | How soon he''s gone? |
| A34476 | How wav''ring like the Wind? |
| A34476 | I Yield, dear Enemy, nor now Can I resist so sweet a Brow; For who would not a slave remain, On whom thou please to lay thy Chain? |
| A34476 | If she in anger say, How durst he come so nigh, T''invade my privacy, When I my self retir''d away? |
| A34476 | Is Earth so barren, can it not afford Something will better personate a Lord? |
| A34476 | Is pitty all that she must pay? |
| A34476 | Is this the way to gain thee honour? |
| A34476 | Is your Love pure? |
| A34476 | Many do think the Dog is too obscene, Or what the Devil shou''d my Lady mean? |
| A34476 | N''ere to expire? |
| A34476 | Now some, perchance, may ask me where My Gardens excellencies are, To which no other may compare? |
| A34476 | O glorious Sun- shine of this Western Isle, VVhat noble Appellation, or what Stile Befits thy Praise? |
| A34476 | O thou Illustrious Queen of Love, said I, What Hand cou''d do this great Impiety? |
| A34476 | O who cou''d wish So great a Bliss, Half starv''d at Sea, to gain so blest a Coast? |
| A34476 | Observe the Rain- bow, view the Colours there, Looks it not pleasant unto every Eye? |
| A34476 | One of the Quiver- bearing Goddess Train? |
| A34476 | Or art thou like some Idle Lad, Whom no delight can e''re content, But in a humour raging mad, Throws stones into the Element? |
| A34476 | Or how can we express Our Joy, your Bounty, and our Happiness? |
| A34476 | Or if I wou''d, I can not ease you now; Your fond desires you never can attain: Think you a Votress will reject her Vow? |
| A34476 | Or till what date dost thou pretend These outrages thus to defend? |
| A34476 | Quid de te jactor? |
| A34476 | S. Shall still my suite prove vain? |
| A34476 | SWeet Vesper bring the Night, Why dost thou thus delay, To rob me of delight,? |
| A34476 | Seest thou this Glass? |
| A34476 | Sen. HAil ancient Brother, what is in thy mind, To count the Sand, and mow the whistling VVind? |
| A34476 | Shall then Eternal sleep rich minds repress, And leave them only to enjoy their bliss? |
| A34476 | Since then that I am Black, and you are Fair, What a sweet Babe may come from such a pair? |
| A34476 | Then what has he done? |
| A34476 | To whom the Goddess mildly thus, Brave Prince, Does Iuno''s powerful promise so convince Thy easie fancy to dispose the Prize? |
| A34476 | Triumphant Love, what never lose the field? |
| A34476 | VVelcomer than the day, Hymen, what was the cause of this delay? |
| A34476 | VVhat damn''d confounded spell Made Orpheus run to fetch a VVife from Hell? |
| A34476 | VVhat shou''d they do, poor men? |
| A34476 | VVhat was it mov''d that madness in his Breast? |
| A34476 | VVhen will thy wanton lust have end? |
| A34476 | VVhere are those Eyes, That steal away My Heart in Play, And over it so strangely Tyrannize? |
| A34476 | WHat ails the Poet? |
| A34476 | WHat makes the Frontiers of the sable night Display their Mists, and thus expel the light? |
| A34476 | WHere is this Boanerges, that dares batter The Churches Faith, and in a Pulpit slatter? |
| A34476 | WHere''s absent Clelia? |
| A34476 | WHy dost thou thus delay, O Lucifer, to usher in the day? |
| A34476 | WHy shou''d I urge my Love, since that I know Her Merit''s great, and my Desert''s as low? |
| A34476 | What Glory is it for you to defie Your Slave, that you are bound for to defend? |
| A34476 | What Impious Creature was it durst prophane Thy sacred Shrine? |
| A34476 | What Noble Hero ever cou''d do more Than be o''re Land and Sea a Conquerour? |
| A34476 | What a new desire Inflames his Heart, and doth his Soul inspire, With emulous Notes to touch Apollo''s Lyre? |
| A34476 | What brought thee hither? |
| A34476 | What can he rest, When I with sorrow am so much opprest? |
| A34476 | What did I say? |
| A34476 | What happiness was this, To one as lost? |
| A34476 | What is thy Name? |
| A34476 | What makes the World as Thunder- struck appear, That such a Slaughter shou''d be every where? |
| A34476 | What over tedious stay, My fair Euridice does thus betray? |
| A34476 | What shall I speak? |
| A34476 | What thought can know the Pleasures I enjoy''d? |
| A34476 | What was I born to be a sport to Fame? |
| A34476 | What was the motive? |
| A34476 | What, change with Men? |
| A34476 | Who calls? |
| A34476 | Who knows whether the Gods above will cast One day, to add to what''s already past? |
| A34476 | Why then doth Death involve my Friend, who sleeps, And in the Dust a silent Requiem keeps? |
| A34476 | Wou''d such a thing from Mortal Race were hid? |
| A34476 | Yes, Proserpine was fair, a Goddess too, What can not Love, that mighty Monarch, do? |
| A34476 | can the Gods connive At Blasphemy, and let the Slave survive? |
| A34476 | can you so cruel be, To scorn my Vows, yet never pity me? |
| A34476 | cou''d this deserve, In midst of plenty thus to starve? |
| A34476 | fond Painter, why dost strive to grace An unknown Goddess with a fancy''d Face? |
| A34476 | has Death and thee Been conversant and chang''d Artillery? |
| A34476 | how silently he lyes? |
| A34476 | or what can I devise? |
| A34476 | stop that presumptious word; Shall such a Harpy ever speak my Name? |
| A34476 | then must I tell the cause? |
| A34476 | what made thee so unkind, To kill the Joy, and Darling of Mankind? |
| A34476 | who wou''d such honour shun? |
| A08622 | About thy neck shall he at pleasure skippe? |
| A08622 | Ah whether is thy breasts soft nature fled? |
| A08622 | Alas he runnes too farre about the ring, What doest? |
| A08622 | All could I beare, but that the wench should rise, Who can endure saue him with whom none lyes? |
| A08622 | All wasting yeares haue that complaint not worne? |
| A08622 | And call''st my verse fruites of an idle quil? |
| A08622 | And fiercely knock''st thy brest that open lyes? |
| A08622 | And first he said, when will thy loue be spent? |
| A08622 | And hidden secrets openly to bewray? |
| A08622 | And iustly: for her praise why did I tell? |
| A08622 | And long admiting say by what meanes learn''d, Hath this same Poet my ● a ● chaunce discern''d? |
| A08622 | And pierc''d my liuer with sharp needlesse points? |
| A08622 | And sweet toucht harp that to moue stones was able? |
| A08622 | And to my selfe could I be so iniurious? |
| A08622 | And why dire poyson giue you babes vnborne? |
| A08622 | And why should''st not please? |
| A08622 | Are all things thine? |
| A08622 | Art carelesse? |
| A08622 | Ask''st why I change? |
| A08622 | Aurora whither ● ● dest thou? |
| A08622 | Because thy belly should rough wrinckles lack, Wilt thou thy wombe- inclosed off- spring wrack? |
| A08622 | Before Callimachus one preferrs me farre, Seeing she likes my bookes why should we iarre? |
| A08622 | Behold what giues the Poet but new verses? |
| A08622 | But what auailde this faith? |
| A08622 | But what had bin more faire had they bin kept? |
| A08622 | But when her louer came, had she drawne back, The fathers thigh should vnborne Bacchus lack, VVhy grieue I? |
| A08622 | But why doest thou compare thee to a dogge? |
| A08622 | Can deafe eare take delight when Phaemius sings? |
| A08622 | Can not a faire one, if not chast, please thee? |
| A08622 | Canst touch that hād wherwith sōe one lie dead? |
| A08622 | Catch at my cap, but moue it not a whit Which to perceiuing he seemes for spite to burst But Cineas, why expect you more of me, Then I of you? |
| A08622 | Ceres what sports to thee so gneuous were, As in thy sacrifice we them forbeare? |
| A08622 | Chuffe- like had I not gold and could not vse it? |
| A08622 | Clowne, from my iourney why doest me deterre? |
| A08622 | Could I therefore her comely tresses teare? |
| A08622 | DOost me of new crimes alwayes guilty frame? |
| A08622 | Did not Pelides whom his Speare did grieue, Being requirde, with speedy help relieue? |
| A08622 | Doest ioy to haue thy hooked Arrowes shaked, In naked bones? |
| A08622 | Doest punish me, because yeares make him waine, I did not bid thee we d an aged swaine? |
| A08622 | Elmes loue the Vines, the Vines with Elmes abide, Why doth my mistresse from me oft deuide? |
| A08622 | En ● ius, though rude, and Accius high- reard straine, A fresh applause in euery age shall gaine, Of Varro''s name, what eare shall not be told? |
| A08622 | Erre I? |
| A08622 | Erre we? |
| A08622 | Euen her I had, and she had me in vaine, What might I craue more, if I aske agaiie? |
| A08622 | Exclud''st a louer, how would''st vse a foe? |
| A08622 | Foole cāst thou him in thy whit armes embrace Foole canst thou lie in his enfoulding space? |
| A08622 | For what said Philip King of Macedon? |
| A08622 | Golden hair''d Ceres crown''d with eares of corne, VVhy are our pleasures by thy meanes forborne? |
| A08622 | Great are thy kingdomes, ouer strong and large, Ambitious impe, why ● eek''st thou further charge? |
| A08622 | How large a legge, and what a lustie thigh? |
| A08622 | How smooth a belly vnder her wast saw I? |
| A08622 | How wouldst thou flow wert thou a noble floud? |
| A08622 | I knew your speech( what doe not louers see?) |
| A08622 | I know a wench reports her selfe Corinue, What would not she giue that faire name to winne? |
| A08622 | I le thinke all true, though it be feigned matter, Mine owne desires why should my selfe not flatter? |
| A08622 | I said it takes me, halfe to weeping framed, Aye me she cries, to loue, why art a ● ● ● ● ed? |
| A08622 | I''st woements loue my captiue brest doth frie? |
| A08622 | If she discardes thee, what vse seru''st thou for? |
| A08622 | In sleeping shall I fearelesse draw my breath? |
| A08622 | In swelling wombe her twinnes had 〈 ◊ 〉 kilde? |
| A08622 | In vaine why flyest backe? |
| A08622 | In wooddy groues is''t meere that Ceres raigne? |
| A08622 | Knowing her scapes thine honour shall encrease, And what lesse labour then to hold thy peace? |
| A08622 | Like a dull Cipher, or rude block I lay, Or shade, or body was I who can say? |
| A08622 | Mad streame, why doest our mu ● uallioyes deferre? |
| A08622 | May spells, and drugges do silly soules such harmes? |
| A08622 | My wenches vowes for thee what should I show, Which stormy South- windes into sea did blow? |
| A08622 | Nemesis answers, what''s my losse to thee? |
| A08622 | Nor being arm''d fierce troups to follow farre? |
| A08622 | Nor feared they thy body to annoy? |
| A08622 | Nor neuer with nights sharp reuenge afflicted? |
| A08622 | Nor thunder in rough threatings haughty pride? |
| A08622 | OF speaking well, why do we learne the skill? |
| A08622 | Of Iasons Argo? |
| A08622 | Or any back made rough with stripes imbrace? |
| A08622 | Or he who war''d and wandred twenty yeare? |
| A08622 | Or if my heate, of minde, not of the skie? |
| A08622 | Or if one touch the Lute with art and cunning Who would not loue those hands for their swift running? |
| A08622 | Or shall I plaine some God against me warres? |
| A08622 | Or that I study not the tedious Lawes; And prostitute my voyce in euery cause? |
| A08622 | Or that( vnlike the line from whence I sprong) VVars dusty honors I pursue not young? |
| A08622 | Or voyce that how to change the wilde notes knew? |
| A08622 | Or why slips downe the couerlet so oft? |
| A08622 | Or woful Hector whom wild iades did teare? |
| A08622 | Oris I thinke my wish against the starre? |
| A08622 | Oxen in whose mouthes burning flames did breede, Heau''n starre Electra that bewail''d her sisters? |
| A08622 | Perhaps hee''le tell how oft he slew a man, Confessing this, why do''st thou touch him than? |
| A08622 | Proteus what should I name? |
| A08622 | Shall I poore soule be neuer interdicted? |
| A08622 | Shall I sit gazing as a bashfull guest, While others touch the damse ● l I loue best? |
| A08622 | Such as confesse haue lost their good names by it, What madnesse i st to tell nights pranckes by day? |
| A08622 | Such blisse is onely common to vs two, In this sweet good, why hath a third to do? |
| A08622 | Such rampierd gates besieged Citties ayde, In midst of peace why art of armes afrayde? |
| A08622 | The Sunne turn''d back from Atreus cursed table? |
| A08622 | The same by B. I. ENuie, why twitst thou me, my time''s spent ill? |
| A08622 | The ships, whose Godhead in the sea now glisters? |
| A08622 | This bed and that by tumbling made vneuen? |
| A08622 | To mine owne selfe haue I had strength so furious? |
| A08622 | To please me, what faire tearmes and sweete words ha''● she Great Gods what kisses, and how many gaue she? |
| A08622 | To stay thy tresses white veyle hast thou none? |
| A08622 | Trips she, it likes me well, plods she, what than? |
| A08622 | Trust in good verse, Tibullus feeles deaths paines, Scarse rests of all what a small v ● ne containes, Thee sacred Poet could sad flames destroy? |
| A08622 | VVHat are there Gods? |
| A08622 | VVHat helpes it Woman to be free from warre? |
| A08622 | VVHat makes my bed seeme hard seeing it is soft? |
| A08622 | VVhat good to me wil eyther Aiax bring? |
| A08622 | VVhat secret beeks in banquets with her youths, VVith priuy signes, and talke dissembling truths? |
| A08622 | VVhat should I tell her vaine tongues filthy lyes, And to my losse God- wronging periuries? |
| A08622 | VVho now will care the Altars to persume? |
| A08622 | VVho thinkes her to be glad at louers smart, And worshipt by their paine, and lying apart? |
| A08622 | VVhy am I sad, when Proserpine is found, And Iuno like with Dis raignes vnder ground? |
| A08622 | VVhy see I lines so oft receiu''d, and giuen? |
| A08622 | VVill you make ship- wrack of your honest name? |
| A08622 | Vaine things why wish I? |
| A08622 | Venus, why doublest thou my endlesse smart? |
| A08622 | Verses ope doores, and lockes put in the poast Although of Oke, to yeeld to verses boast; What helpes it me of fierce Achill to sing? |
| A08622 | Vngrate why feign''st new feares? |
| A08622 | Wa''st not enough the fearefull wench to childe? |
| A08622 | Was not one wench enough to grieue my heart? |
| A08622 | What Tereus, what Ias ● ● you prouokes, To plague your bodies with such harmefull strokes? |
| A08622 | What day and night to trauaile in her quest? |
| A08622 | What doest with seas? |
| A08622 | What doest, I cryed; transportst thou any delight? |
| A08622 | What dost vnhappy? |
| A08622 | What helpes my hast: what to haue tare small rest? |
| A08622 | What if a man with bond- women offend, To proue him foolish did I ere contend? |
| A08622 | What proffit to vs hath our pure life bred? |
| A08622 | What should I do with fortune that n''ere failes me? |
| A08622 | What sweet thought is there but I had the same? |
| A08622 | What thirsty traueller euer drunke of thee? |
| A08622 | What to haue layne alone in empty bed? |
| A08622 | What wast my limbs through some Thessalian charmes? |
| A08622 | What will my age do? |
| A08622 | What? |
| A08622 | When haue not I fixt to thy side close layed? |
| A08622 | Whence knowes Corinna that with thee I playde? |
| A08622 | Where''s thy attire? |
| A08622 | Whether goest thou hatefull Nymph? |
| A08622 | Who but a souldier or a louer is bold, To suffer storme mixt snowes with nights sharp cold? |
| A08622 | Who feares these armes? |
| A08622 | Who sayd with gratefull voyce perpetuall be? |
| A08622 | Who should haue Priams wealthy substance wonne, If watry Thetis had her childe fordone? |
| A08622 | Who that our bodies were comprest bewrayde? |
| A08622 | Why Phylomele doest T ● reus leudnesse mourn? |
| A08622 | Why addst thou stars to heauen, leaues to greene woods, And to the vast deepe sea fresh water stoods? |
| A08622 | Why burnes thy brand, why strikes thy bow thy friends? |
| A08622 | Why doest thy ill kembd tresses losse lament? |
| A08622 | Why fighst gainst odds? |
| A08622 | Why gird''st thy citties with a towred wall, Why l ● st discordant hands to armoun fall? |
| A08622 | Why in thy glasse doest ● looke being discontent? |
| A08622 | Why me that alwayes was thy souldiour found, Doest harme, and in thy tents why doest me wound? |
| A08622 | Why might not then my sinewes be inchaunted? |
| A08622 | Why mockst thou me she cryed? |
| A08622 | Why should I loose, and thou gaine by the pleasure, Which man and woman reape in equall measure? |
| A08622 | Why stay I? |
| A08622 | Why takest increasing grapes from Vine- trees full? |
| A08622 | Why was I blest? |
| A08622 | Why weep''st? |
| A08622 | Why with hid irons are your bowels torne? |
| A08622 | Why? |
| A08622 | Will you for gaine haue Cupid sell himselfe? |
| A08622 | Wilt nothing do, why I should wish thy death? |
| A08622 | With Venus game who will a seruant grace? |
| A08622 | With cruell hand why doest greene Apples pull? |
| A08622 | With lying, vnder him his bosome clippe? |
| A08622 | With virgin waxe hath some imbast my ioynts? |
| A08622 | and of heauen reproches pen? |
| A08622 | and spoil''st with teares thy watry eyes? |
| A08622 | and the Fleece of gold? |
| A08622 | art thou aye grauely played? |
| A08622 | her rarest hew? |
| A08622 | not Alpheus in strange lands to runne, Th''Arcadian Virgins constant loue hath wonne? |
| A08622 | or being ill Who bad thee lie downe heere against thy will? |
| A08622 | or by my lookes is she so knowne? |
| A08622 | or do the turned hinges sound, And opening dores with creaking noyse abound? |
| A08622 | or mittele in her right hand lyes, With lofty wordes stout Tragedy( she said) Why treadst me downe? |
| A08622 | teeth, Thebes first seed? |
| A08622 | the Muses Temple thine? |
| A08622 | who will not goe to meet them, Night runnes away, with open entrance gree ● te them? |
| A08622 | why made King to refuse it? |
| A08622 | why wand''rest heere alc ● e? |
| A08622 | with th''earth thou wert content, Why seek''st not heau''n the third realme to frequent? |