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Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to see ii. 68

That man for misery excell'd ii. 293

That the fierce pard doth at a beck ii. 325

That the world in constant force ii. 142

The lucky World show'd me one day i. 226

The naked man too gets the field, ii. 300

The painful cross with flowers and palms is crown'd, ii. 314

The pains of Saints and Saints' rewards are twins, ii. 314

The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old: ii. 305

The strongest body and the best ii. 323

The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade ii. 297

The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, ii. 324

The whole wench--how complete soe'er--was but ii. 298

There are that do believe all things succeed ii. 295

There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board ii. 322

They are all gone into the world of light! i. 182

--They fain would--if they might-- ii. 302

This is the day--blithe god of sack--which we, ii. 106

This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled, ii. 308

Those sacred days by tedious Time delay'd, ii. 315

Though since thy first sad entrance by i. 272

Thou that know'st for whom I mourn, i. 54

Thou the nepenthe easing grief ii. 301

Thou who didst place me in this busy street i. 244

Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below, i. 198

Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low i. 133

Through pleasant green fields enter you the way ii. 313

Through that pure virgin shrine, i. 251

Time's teller wrought into a little round, ii. 324

'Tis a sad Land, that in one day i. 23

'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creep i. 41

'Tis madness sure; and I am in the fit, ii. 184

'Tis not rich furniture and gems, ii. 147

'Tis now clear day: I see a rose i. 33

'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die, ii. 17

To live a stranger unto life ii. 304

True life