ture on Him, not that He, II. 238.

Christ was not sad, i' the garden, for His own, II. 227.

Christ, when He hung the dreadful cross upon, II. 228.

Clear are her eyes, I. 243.

Close keep your lips, if that you mean, II. 61.

Come, and let's in solemn wise, II. 99.

Come, Anthea, know thou this, II. 41.

Come, Anthea, let us two, II. 68.

Come, blitheful neat-herds, let us lay, II. 51.

Come, bring with a noise, II. 79.

Come, bring your sampler, and with art, I. 10.

Come, come away, I. 172.

Come down and dance ye in the toil, I. 9.

Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie, II. 80.

Come, leave this loathed country life, and then, I. 214.

Come, pity us, all ye who see, II., 216.

Come, sit we by the fire's side, II. 20.

Come, sit we under yonder tree, II. 15.

Come, skilful Lupo, now, and take, I. 46.

Come, sons of summer, by whose toil, I. 125.

Come, then, and like two doves with silv'ry wings, II. 2.

Come thou not near those men who are like bread, I. 5.

Come thou, who art the wine and wit, I. 238.

Come to me God; but do not come, II. 242.

Come with the spring-time forth, fair maid, and be, I. 176.

Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence, II. 55.

Confession twofold is, as Austine says, II. 244.

Conformity gives comeliness to things, II. 147.

Conformity was ever known, I. 28.

Conquer we shall, but we must first contend, II. 115.

Consider sorrows, how they are aright, II. 84.

Consult ere thou begin'st, that done, go on, II. 65.

Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known, II. 37.

Cupid, as he lay among, I. 59.

Cynthius, pluck ye by the ear, I. 62.

Dark and dull night, fly hence away, II. 203.

Dead falls the cause if once the hand be mute, I. 154.

Dean Bourne, farewell; I never look to see, I. 33.

Dear God, II. 201.

Dear Perenna, prithee come, I. 110.

Dear, though to part it be a hell, I. 39.

Dearest of thousands, now the time draws near, II. 20.

Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed, II. 135.

Dew sat on Julia's hair, I. 226.

Did I or love, or could I others draw, I. 253.

Die ere long, I'm sure I shall, II. 151.

Discreet and prudent we that discord call, II. 64.

Display thy breasts my Julia--Here let me, I. 119.

Do with me, God, as Thou didst deal with John, II. 174.

Does fortune rend thee? Bear with thy hard fate, II. 87.

Down with the rosemary a