Seven are the lights that wander in Seven times hath Janus ta'en new Shall I tell you whom I love, 574 Shall reason rule where reason hath Shapcot, to thee the fairy state, 664 Shepherd, who can pass such wrong, Sleep, silence' child, sweet father of Sleeping beauty, 570 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time SMITH, WILLIAM, 222 So cruel prison how could betide, alas, 32 So did the world from the first hour So now is come our joyful'st feast, 593 Thames, 584 So shoots a star as doth my mistress So soft streams meet, so springs with So the silver-feathered swan, 403 Some act of Love's bound to rehearse, 500 Some blaze the precious beauties of Some lovers speak, when they their Some man unworthy to be possessor, Some men marriage do commend, 525 Some misbelieving and profane in Some say, good Will, (which I in Some that have deeper digged love's Some that report great Alexander's Some there are as fair to see to, 208 44 Somnus, the humble god that dwells, Song 'Go and catch,' 456 Song 'Go, lovely rose,' 851 Song 'Hence with passion,' 543 Song 'I prithee let,' 827 Song 'I prithee send,' 711 Song 'No, no, fair heretic,' 706 Song 'Or love me less,' 820 Song 'O thou that sleep'st,' 844 Song 'Phœbus, arise,' 566 Song 'Stay, Phœbus, stay,' 851 Song 'Sweetest love, I do not go,' 474 Song 'The lark now leaves,' 841 Song ''Tis true our life,' 870 Song 'Why so pale and wan,' 705 Song 'With fair Ceres,' 542 Song 2 'Shall I tell,' 574 Song 3 'Oh! the golden age,' 575 Song. Endymion Porter and Olivia, Song of Phillida and Coridon, 165 Song. The first verses that ever the king made, 545 Song, to Celia [1], 502 Song, to Celia [2], 502 SONGS FROM PLAYS, 377 Sonnet 'Let others of the world's,' Sonnet 'Tell me no more,' 637 Sonnet 'The earth, late choked,' 156 Sonnet 'Were I as base,' 207 Sonnet I 'Dost see how,' 705 Sonnet II 'Of thee, kind boy,' 705 Sonnets of Christian Passions, 228 Sotus hates wise men, for himself is Sought by the world, and hath the Sound hoarse, sad lute, true witness SOUTHWELL, ROBERT, 235 Speak thou and speed, where will or Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's Stand still, and I will read to thee, STANLEY, THOMAS, 825 STANYHURST, RICHARD, 102 Stay, Phœbus, stay, 851 Stella oft sees the very face of woe, Stella, think not that I by verse seek STEVENSON, WILLIAM, 378 Still to be neat, still to be dressed, Strange is this thing! My horse I cannot make, 227 Strive no more, 158 Strumbo, Dorothy, Trumpart, cobbling STUART AND COMMONWEALTH MISCEL- That he finds others as fair, but not That I so slenderly set forth my That learned Grecian, who did SO That speaking or proffering brings That the soul is immortal, and cannot That was my woe is now my most That which her slender waist con- The apparition of his mistress calling him to Elysium, 647 The argument of his book, 643 Pewsam, 841 The crier, 297 The dawning, 797 The dedication, 725 The definition of love, 865 The departure of the good dæmon, 645 The description of Castara, 722 The description of Elysium, 323 The difference betwixt kings and sub- jects, 668 The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, 55 The drinking song, 395 The dwelling-place, 795 The earth, late choked with showers, The earth with thunder torn, with fire blasted, 129 The ecstasy, 465 The eighth eclogue, 282 The exequics, 826 The exequy, 639 The fair singer, 865 The fairy beam upon you, 518 The false knave Flaccus once a bribe I gave, 332 The fatal star that at my birthday shined, 159 The fifteen day of July, 417 The fine youth Ciprius is more terse and neat, 331 The first and riper world of men and The Locusts, or Apollyonists, 612 The longer life, the more offence, The proverb reporteth, no man can deny, 378 The pulley, 738 The quality of a kiss, 570 The rapture, 813 did marry, 529 Though I have twice been at the These nimble lads are fit for working- Though my carriage be but careless, days, 533 These women all, 43 They are all gone into the world of They flee from me, that sometime did They whisted all, with fixed face Think'st thou, Kate, to put me down, This busy, vast, inquiring soul, 816 This is my play's last scene; here This life which seems so fair, 568 This morning, timely rapt with holy This one request I make to him that |