II. 107.

Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay, II. 115.

Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine, II. 29.

Tell if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come, I. 196.

Tell me, rich man, for what intent. II. 244.

Tell me, what needs those rich deceits, II. 101.

Tell me, young man, or did the muses bring, II. 122.

Tell that brave man, fain thou wouldst have access, II. 125.

Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue, II. 207.

Temptations hurt not, though they have access II. 196.

Thanksgiving for a former, doth invite, II. 181

Th' art hence removing (like a shepherd's tent), I. 235.

Th' 'ast dar'd too far; but, fury, now forbear, I. 100.

That Christ did die, the pagan saith, II. 245.

That flow of gallants which approach, II. 47.

That for seven lusters I did never come, I. 31.

That happiness does still the longest thrive, II. 81.

That hour-glass which there you see, I. 52.

That little, pretty, bleeding part, II. 279.

That love last long, let it thy first care be, I. 232.

That love 'twixt men does ever longest last, II. 157.

That manna, which God on His people cast, II. 224.

That morn which saw me made a bride, I. 136.

That prince must govern with a gentle hand, II. 153.

That prince takes soon enough the victor's room, I. 136.

That prince who may do nothing but what's just, II. 162.

That princes may possess a surer seat, I. 203.

That there's a God we all do know, II. 243.

The bad among the good are here mixed ever, II. 229.

The blood of Abel was a thing, II. 235.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, II. 98.

The body's salt, the soul is; which when gone, II. 162.

The bound almost now of my book I see, II. 140.

The doctors in the Talmud, say, II. 235.

The factions of the great ones call, II. 101.

The fire of hell this strange condition hath, II. 235.

The gods require the thighs, II. 60.

The gods to kings the judgment give to sway, I. 136.

The hag is astride, II. 27.

The Jews their beds and offices of ease, II. 233.

The Jews, when they built houses, I have read, II. 230.

The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease, II. 214.

The lictors bundled up their rods; beside, II. 113.

The longer thread of life we spin, II. 224.

The May-pole is up, II. 46.

The mellow touch of music most doth wound, I. 12.

The mountains of the Scriptures are, some say, II. 226.

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