Stuart, Lord Bernard, I. 109.

Swetnaham, Lawrence, II. 158.

Tracy, Lady. [_See_ Lee, Elizabeth.]

Villars [Villiers], Lady Mary, I. 172.

Warr [_or_ Weare], John, I. 57, 253.

Westmoreland, Earl of, I. 47, 125, 215.

Wheeler, Elizabeth,
I. 55, 132;
II. 153.

Wheeler, Penelope, I. 236.

Wickes, John,
I. 165;
II. 37, 150.

Willan, Leonard, II. 121.

Willand, Mary, I. 239.

Williams, John, Bishop of Lincoln,
I. 62;
II. 267.

Wilson, Dr. John, I. 47.

Wingfield, John, II. 8.

Yard, Lettice, I. 155.

York, Duke of, I. 134.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A Bachelor I will, I. 14.

A crystal vial Cupid brought, II. 24.

A funeral stone, I. 35.

A golden fly one show'd to me, I. 233.

A gyges ring they bear about them still, II. 61.

A just man's like a rock that turns the wrath, I. 190.

A little mushroom table spread, I. 148.

A little saint best fits a little shrine, II. 59.

A long life's-day I've taken pains, II. 11.

A man prepar'd against all ills to come, I. 160.

A man's transgressions God does then remit, II. 196.

A master of a house, as I have read, II. 73.

A prayer that is said alone, II. 226.

A roll of parchment Clunn about him bears, II. 117.

A sweet disorder in the dress, I. 32.

A wanton and lascivious eye, II. 66.

A way enchased with glass and beads, I. 111.

A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here, II. 157.

A willow garland thou didst send, I. 201.

About the sweet bag of a bee, I. 36.

Abundant plagues I late have had, II. 188.

Adverse and prosperous fortunes both work on, II. 182.

Adversity hurts none but only such, II. 47.

Afflictions bring us joy in time to come, II. 182.

Afflictions they most profitable are, II. 174.

After the feast, my Shapcot, see, I. 204.

After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died, I. 188.

After this life, the wages shall, II. 225.

After thy labour take thine ease, II. 163.

After true sorrow for our sins, our strife, II. 201.

Against diseases here the strongest fence, II. 162.

Ah, Ben! II. 110.

Ah, Bianca! now I see, II. 132.

Ah, cruel love! must I endure, I. 90.

Ah! Lycidas, come tell me why, I. 229.

Ah, me! I love; give him your hand to kiss, II. 91.

Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break, I. 27.

Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see, I. 8.

Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly, I. 165.

Alas! I c