and sweetly sing, I. 178.

When Thou wast taken, Lord, I oft have read, II. 251.

When times are troubled then forbear; but speak, II. 155.

When to a house I come and see, II. 136.

When to thy porch I come, and ravish'd see, II. 154.

When we 'gainst Satan stoutly fight, the more, II. 213.

When well we speak and nothing do that's good, II. 247.

When what is lov'd is present, love doth spring, I. 13.

When winds and seas do rage, II. 215.

When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, I. 159.

When words we want, Love teacheth to indite, II. 92.

Whene'er I go, or whatsoe'er befalls, II. 86.

Whene'er my heart love's warmth but entertains, I. 47.

Where God is merry, there write down thy fears, II. 191.

Where love begins, there dead thy first desire, II. 100.

Where others love and praise my verses, still, I. 80.

Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there, II. 157.

Whether I was myself, or else did see, II. 156.

While Fates permit us let's be merry, I. 215.

While leanest beasts in pastures feed, I. 93.

While, Lydia, I was loved of thee, I. 85.

While the milder fates consent, I. 46.

While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd, I. 5.

White as Zenobia's teeth, the which the girls, II. 62.

White though ye be, yet, lilies, know, I. 89.

Whither dost thou whorry me, I. 197.

Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? I. 4.

Whither? say, whither shall I fly, I. 48.

Who after his transgression doth repent, II. 84.

Who begs to die for fear of human need, II. 95.

Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone, I. 147.

Who may do most, does least; the bravest will, II. 150.

Who plants an olive but to eat the oil? II. 151.

Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door, II. 46.

Who read'st this book that I have writ, II. 32.

Who violates the customs, hurts the health, II. 147.

Who will not honour noble numbers when, II. 81.

Who with a little cannot be content, II. 12.

Whom should I fear to write to if I can, I. 77.

Whose head befringed with bescattered tresses, II. 257.

Why do not all fresh maids appear, I. 128.

Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears, I. 129.

Why dost thou wound and break my heart, II. 158.

Why I tie about thy wrist, I. 159.

Why, madam, will ye longer weep, I. 237.

Why should we covet much, when as we know, II. 134.

Why so slowly do you move, II. 93.

Why this flower is now call'd so, I. 16.