e cause alone, II. 237.

Prepare for songs; He's come, He's come, II. 204.

Preposterous is that government, and rude, I. 246.

Preposterous is that order, when we run, II. 49.

Princes and fav'rites are most dear, while they, II. 67.

Prue, my dearest maid, is sick, I. 152.

Puss and her 'prentice both at drawgloves play, II. 75.

Put off thy robe of purple, then go on, II. 249.

Put on thy holy filletings, and so, II. 106.

Put on your silks, and piece by piece, I. 22.

Rapine has yet took nought from me, II. 219.

Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show, I. 243.

Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing, II. 161.

Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, I. 111.

Reach with your whiter hands, to me, I. 232.

Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be, II. 158.

Readers, we entreat ye pray, II. 85.

Reproach we may the living, not the dead, II. 19.

Rise, household gods, and let us go, I. 138.

Roaring is nothing but a weeping part, II. 226.

Roses at first were white, I. 130.

Roses, you can never die, II. 154.

Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austine says, II. 233.

Sadly I walk'd within the field, I. 88.

Sappho, I will choose to go, II. 83.

Science in God is known to be, II. 222.

Sea-born goddess, let me be, I. 174.

See and not see, and if thou chance t'espy, I. 37.

See how the poor do waiting stand, I. 175.

Seeing thee, Soame, I see a goodly man, I. 220.

See'st thou that cloud as silver clear, I. 174.

See'st thou that cloud that rides in state, II. 86.

See'st thou those diamonds which she wears, I. 163.

Shall I a daily beggar be, II. 138.

Shall I go to Love and tell, II. 90.

Shame checks our first attempts; but when 'tis prov'd, II. 200.

Shame is a bad attendant to a state, I. 227.

Shapcot! to thee the fairy state, I. 148.

She by the river sat, and sitting there, II. 63.

She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so, II. 62.

Should I not put on blacks when each one here, II. 108.

Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs, I. 193.

Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night, I. 203.

Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring, II. 149.

Sin is an act so free, that if we shall, II. 238.

Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone, II. 238.

Sin leads the way, but as it goes it feels, II. 200.

Sin never slew a soul unless there went, II. 238.

Sin no existence; nature none it hath, II. 229.

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