, II. 120.

Love is a syrup, and whoe'er we see, II. 120.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent, II. 41.

Love like a beggar came to me, II. 118.

Love like a gipsy lately came, I. 76.

Love, love begets, then never be, II. 64.

Love, love me now, because I place, II. 96.

Love on a day, wise poets tell, I. 131.

Love scorch'd my finger, but did spare, I. 33.

Love's a thing, as I do hear, I. 146.

Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all, II. 157.

Love-sick I am, and must endure, I. 72.

Maidens tell me I am old, II. 94.

Maids' nays are nothing, they are shy, II. 60.

Make haste away, and let one be, II. 92.

Make, make me Thine, my gracious God, II. 185.

Make me a heaven and make me there, I. 56.

Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never, I. 254.

Man is compos'd here of a twofold part, I. 191.

Man knows where first he ships himself, but he, I. 221.

Man may at first transgress, but next do well, II. 141.

Man may want land to live in, but for all, II. 84.

Man must do well out of a good intent, II. 112.

Man's disposition is for to requite, II. 114.

Many we are, and yet but few possess, I. 221.

May his pretty dukeship grow, I. 134.

Men are not born kings, but are men renown'd, II. 49.

Men are suspicious, prone to discontent, II. 113.

Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we, II. 132.

Men say y'are fair, and fair ye are, 'tis true, I. 122.

Mercy, the wise Athenians held to be, II. 225.

Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed, II. 139.

Methought last night love in an anger came, I. 18.

Mighty Neptune, may it please, I. 161.

Milk still your fountains and your springs, for why? II. 90.

Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain, II. 44.

Mop-eyed I am, as some have said, I. 120.

More discontents I never had, I. 21.

More white than whitest lilies far, I. 40.

Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell, I. 128.

My dearest love, since thou wilt go, II. 153.

My faithful friend, if you can see, I. 97.

My God, I'm wounded by my sin, II. 173.

My God! look on me with thine eye, II. 175

My head doth ache, II. 9.

My Lucia in the dew did go, II. 58.

My many cares and much distress, II. 139.

My muse in meads has spent her many hours, I. 116.

My soul would one day go and seek, II. 101.

My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd, II. 164.

My wooing's ended: now my wed