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71. On Court Parrot
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To pluck down mine, Poll sets up new wits still.
What ist, Fine Grand, makes thee my friendship
fly.
74. To Thomas, Lord Chancellor Egerton
Whilst thy weigh'd judgments, Egerton, I hear.
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75. On Lippe, the Teacher
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I cannot think there's that antipathy.
76. On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
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This morning, timely rapt with holy fire.
77. To one that desired me not to name him
Be safe, nor fear thyself so good a fame.
78. To Hornet
Hornet, thou hast thy wife drest for the stall.
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79. To Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
That poets are far rarer births than kings.
80. On Life and Death
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The ports of death are sins of life good deeds.
81. To Prowle, the Plagiary
Forbear to tempt me, Prowle, I will not show.
82. On cashiered Captain Surly
Surly's old whore in her new silks doth swim.
83. To a Friend
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84. To Lucy, Countess of Bedford
To put out the word, whore, thou dost me woo.
Madam, I told you late how I repented.
85. To Sir Henry Goodyere
Goodyere, I'm glad, and grateful to report.
86. To the same
When I would know thee, Goodyere, my thought
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looks.
87. On Captain Hazard, the Cheater
Touch'd with the sin of false play in his punk.
88. On English Monsieur
Would you believe when you this Monsieur see.
89. To Edward Allen
If Rome so great, and in her wisest age.
90. On Mill, my Lady's Woman
91. To Sir Horace Vere
Which of thy names I take not only bears.
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When Mill first came to court, the unprofiting fool.
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92. The New Cry
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Ere cherries ripe and strawberries! be gone.
93. To Sir John Radcliffe
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How, like a column, Radcliffe, left alone.
94. To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with Master
96. To John Donne.
Who shall doubt, Donne, where I a poet be.
97. On the New Motion
See you yon motion, not the old fa-ding.
98. To Sir Thomas Roe
Thou hast begun well, Roe, which stand well to.
99. To the same
That thou hast kept thy love, encreased thy will.
100. On Playwright
Playwright, by chance hearing some toys I'd writ.
101. Inviting a Friend to Supper
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To night, grave sir, both my poor house and I.
102. To William, Earl of Pembroke
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I do but name thee, Pembroke, and I find.
103. To Mary, Lady Wroth
How well, fair crown of your fair sex, might he.
104. To Susan, Countess of Montgomery
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Were they, that named you, prophets? Did they
see.
105. To Mary, Lady Wroth
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Madam, had all antiquity been lost.
106. To Sir Edward Herbert
If men get name for some one virtue; then.
107. To Captain Hungry.
Do what you come for, captain, with your news.
108. To True Soldiers
Strength of my country, whilst I bring to view.
109. To Sir Henry Nevil
Who now calls on thee, Nevil, is a
muse.
110. To Clement Edmonds on his Cæsar's Commen-
taries, Observed and Translated
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Not Cæsar's deeds, nor all his honours won.
III. To the same. On the same
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Who, Edmonds, reads thy book, and doth not see.
With thy small stock why art thou venturing still.
You wonder who this is, and why I name.
116. To Sir William Jephson
Jephson, thou man of men, to whose loved name.
117. On Groine.
Groine, come of age, his state sold out of hand.
Gut eats all day, and lechers all the night.
119. To Sir Ralph Shelton.
Not he that flies the Court for want of clothes.
120. An Epitaph on Salathiel Pavy, a Child of Queen
Weep with me, all you that read.
121. To Benjamin Rudyerd
Rudyerd, as lesser dames to great ones use.
122. To the same
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If I would wish for truth, and not for show.
123. To the same
Writing thyself, or judging others writ.
124. Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.
Retired, with purpose your fair worth to praise.
127. To Esme, Lord Aubigny
Is there a hope that man would
would thankful be.
128. To William Roe.
Roe, and my joy to name, thou'rt now to go.
That not a pair of friends each other see.
130. To Alphonso Ferrabosco, on his Book
131. To the same
When we do give, Alphonso, to the light.
132. To Mr. Joshua Silvester
If to admire were to commend, my praise.
133. On the Famous Voyage
No more let Greece her bolder fables tell.
THE FOREST.
1. Why I write not of Love
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To urge my loved Alphonso, that bold fame.
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Some act of Love's bound to rehearse.
2. To Penshurst
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show.
3. To Sir Robert Wroth .
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How blest art thou canst love the country,
Wroth.
4. To the World. A Farewell for a Gentlewoman,
Virtuous and Noble.
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False world, good night, since thou hast brought.
13. Epistle to Katharine, Lady Aubigny
10. Præludium.
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?
11. Epode
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state.
The Phoenix Analysed (Note)
Now, after all, let no man.
Ode ενθουσιαστικη (Note)
Splendor! O more than mortal.
12. Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold.
'Tis grown almost a danger to speak true.
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14. Ode to Sir William Sidney, on his Birthday.
Now that the hearth is crowned with smiling fire.
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3. An Hymn on the Nativity of my Saviour
I sing the birth was born to-night.
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