| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Bacchanalian Verse. | Fill me a mighty bowl | | 12 | 624 |
| 2: | A Bacchanalian Verse. | Drink up | | 12 | 539 |
| 3: | A Bucolic Betwixt Two: Lacon & Thyrsis | LACON: For a kiss or two, confess, | | | 892 |
| 4: | A Bucolic, Or Discourse Of Neatherds. | Come, blitheful neatherds, let us lay | | 49 | 245 |
| 5: | A Canticle To Apollo | Play, Phoebus, on thy lute, | | | 966 |
| 6: | A Carol Presented To Dr. Williams, Bishop Of Lincoln As A New-Year's Gift. | Fly hence, pale care, no more remember | | 35 | 215 |
| 7: | A Caution. | That love last long, let it thy first care be | | 4 | 205 |
| 8: | A Charm, Or An Allay For Love. | If so be a toad be laid | | 4 | 190 |
| 9: | A Child's Grace | Here a little child I stand | | | 638 |
| 10: | A Christmas Carol, Sung To The King In The Presence At White-Hall | What sweeter music can we bring, | | | 623 |
| 11: | A Conjuration To Electra | By those soft tods of wool | | | 535 |
| 12: | A Country Life: To His Brother Mr Thomas Herrick | Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, | | | 506 |
| 13: | A Defence For Women. | Naught are all women: I say no, | | 10 | 251 |
| 14: | A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Eliza Wheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis | My dearest Love, since thou wilt go, | | | 528 |
| 15: | A Dialogue Betwixt Horace And Lydia, Translated Anno 1627, And Set By Mr. Ro. Ramsey. | Hor. While, Lydia, I was loved of thee, | | 24 | 223 |
| 16: | A Dirge Upon The Death Of The Right Valiant Lord, Bernard Stuart. | Hence, hence, profane! soft silence let us have | | 22 | 221 |
| 17: | A Frolic. | Bring me my rosebuds, drawer, come; | | 4 | 199 |
| 18: | A Good Death. | For truth I may this sentence tell, | | 2 | 219 |
| 19: | A Good Husband. | A Master of a house, as I have read, | | 8 | 221 |
| 20: | A Hymn To Bacchus | Bacchus, let me drink no more! | | | 805 |
| 21: | A Hymn To Bacchus. | I sing thy praise, Iacchus, | | 28 | 253 |
| 22: | A Hymn To Cupid. | Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, | | 15 | 202 |
| 23: | A Hymn To Love | I will confess | | | 842 |
| 24: | A Hymn To Sir Clipseby Crew. | Twas not love's dart, | | 25 | 244 |
| 25: | A Hymn To The Graces | When I love, as some have told | | | 500 |
| 26: | A Hymn To The Lares. | It was, and still my care is, | | 18 | 212 |
| 27: | A Hymn To The Muses | Honour to you who sit | | | 770 |
| 28: | A Hymn To The Muses. | O you the virgins nine! | | 13 | 205 |
| 29: | A Hymn To Venus And Cupid | Sea-born goddess, let me be | | | 787 |
| 30: | A Just Man. | A just man's like a rock that turns the wrath | | 2 | 186 |
| 31: | A King And No King. | That prince who may do nothing but what's just, | | 2 | 187 |
| 32: | A Kiss. | What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: | | 2 | 212 |
| 33: | A Lyric To Mirth | While the milder fates consent, | | | 492 |
| 34: | A Mean In Our Means | Though frankincense the deities require, | | 4 | 187 |
| 35: | A Meditation For His Mistress | You are a tulip seen today, | | | 485 |
| 36: | A New Years' Gift Sent To Sir Simeon Steward | No news of navies burnt at seas; | | | 515 |
| 37: | A Nuptial Song Or Epithalamy On Sir Clipseby Crew And His Lady. | What's that we see from far? the spring of day | | 160 | 176 |
| 38: | A Nuptial Verse To Mistress Elizabeth Lee, Now Lady Tracy. | Spring with the lark, most comely bride, and meet | | 16 | 166 |
| 39: | A Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton | Till I shall come again, let this suffice, | | | 833 |
| 40: | A Paraneaticall Or Advice Verse To His Friend, Mr John Wicks | Is this a life, to break thy sleep, | | | 513 |
| 41: | A Pastoral Sung To The King | Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. | | | 851 |
| 42: | A Pastoral Sung To The King: Montano, Silvio, And Mirtillo, Shepherds. | Mon. Bad are the times. Sil. And worse than they are we. | | 47 | 200 |
| 43: | A Pastoral Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles: Presented To The King | AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less; | | | 497 |
| 44: | A Position In The Hebrew Divinity. | One man repentant is of more esteem | | 2 | 175 |
| 45: | A Prognostic. | As many laws and lawyers do express | | 4 | 187 |
| 46: | A Psalm Or Hymn To The Graces. | Glory be to the Graces! | | 12 | 217 |
| 47: | A Request To The Graces | Ponder my words, if so that any be | | | 824 |
| 48: | A Ring Presented To Julia | Julia, I bring | | | 490 |
| 49: | A Short Hymn To Lar. | Though I cannot give thee fires | | 4 | 228 |
| 50: | A Short Hymn To Venus. | Goddess, I do love a girl, | | 6 | 184 |
| 51: | A Song To The Maskers. | Come down and dance ye in the toil | | 12 | 169 |
| 52: | A Song Upon Silvia. | From me my Silvia ran away, | | 8 | 216 |
| 53: | A Song. | Burn, or drown me, choose ye whether, | | 8 | 190 |
| 54: | A Sonnet Of Perilla. | Then did I live when I did see | | 8 | 171 |
| 55: | A Ternary Of Littles, Upon A Pipkin Of Jelly Sent To A Lady. | A little saint best fits a little shrine, | | 18 | 190 |
| 56: | A Thanksgiving To God For His House | Lord, Thou hast given me a cell | | | 481 |
| 57: | A Vow To Mars. | Store of courage to me grant, | | 8 | 167 |
| 58: | A Vow To Minerva. | Goddess, I begin an art; | | 6 | 202 |
| 59: | A Vow To Venus | Happily I had a sight | | | 472 |
| 60: | A Vow To Venus | Happily I had a sight | | 4 | 178 |
| 61: | A Will To Be Working. | Although we cannot turn the fervent fit | | 4 | 238 |
| 62: | Abel's Blood. | Speak, did the blood of Abel cry | | 4 | 190 |
| 63: | Abstinence. | Against diseases here the strongest fence | | 2 | 233 |
| 64: | Accusation. | If accusation only can draw blood, | | 2 | 216 |
| 65: | Adversity. | Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent, | | 2 | 206 |
| 66: | Adversity. | Adversity hurts none, but only such | | 2 | 219 |
| 67: | Advice The Best Actor. | Still take advice; though counsels, when they fly | | 2 | 192 |
| 68: | Affliction. | God ne'er afflicts us more than our desert, | | 4 | 230 |
| 69: | After Autumn, Winter. | Die ere long, I'm sure, I shall; | | | 255 |
| 70: | Against Love. | Whene'er my heart love's warmth but entertains, | | 6 | 213 |
| 71: | Age Unfit For Love. | Maidens tell me I am old; | | 8 | 220 |
| 72: | All Things Decay And Die | All things decay with time: The forest sees | | | 512 |
| 73: | All Things Run Well For The Righteous. | Adverse and prosperous fortunes both work on | | 4 | 242 |
| 74: | Alms. | Give, if thou canst, an alms; if not, afford, | | 4 | 208 |
| 75: | Alms. | Give unto all, lest he, whom thou deni'st, | | 2 | 210 |
| 76: | Ambition | In man, ambition is the common'st thing; | | | 496 |
| 77: | Ambition. | In ways to greatness, think on this, | | 2 | 214 |
| 78: | An Eclogue Or Pastoral Between Endymion Porter And Lycidas Herrick, Set And Sung. | End. Ah! Lycidas, come tell me why | | 43 | 191 |
| 79: | An End Decreed. | Let's be jocund while we may, | | 4 | 222 |
| 80: | An Epitaph Upon A Child | Virgins promised when I died, | | | 496 |
| 81: | An Epitaph Upon A Sober Matron. | With blameless carriage, I lived here | | 8 | 235 |
| 82: | An Epitaph Upon A Virgin | Here a solemn fast we keep, | | | 446 |
| 83: | An Epithalamy To Sir Thomas Southwell And His Lady. | Now, now's the time, so oft by truth | | 170 | 193 |
| 84: | An Hymn To Juno. | Stately goddess, do thou please, | | 6 | 181 |
| 85: | An Hymn To Love. | I will confess | | 24 | 189 |
| 86: | An Ode For Ben Jonson | Ah Ben! | | | 531 |
| 87: | An Ode For Him. (Ben Jonson.) | Ah Ben! | | 20 | 209 |
| 88: | An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour | In numbers, and but these few, | | | 471 |
| 89: | An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour. | In numbers, and but these few, | | 32 | 177 |
| 90: | An Ode To Master Endymion Porter, Upon His Brother's Death | Not all thy flushing suns are set, | | | 471 |
| 91: | An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew | Here we securely live, and eat | | | 480 |
| 92: | An Ode, Or Psalm To God. | Dear God, | | 18 | 203 |
| 93: | Anacreontic | Born I was to be old, | | | 484 |
| 94: | Anacreontic Verse. | Brisk methinks I am, and fine | | 10 | 206 |
| 95: | Anacreontic. | I must | | 20 | 171 |
| 96: | Angels. | Angels are called gods; yet of them, none | | 4 | 191 |
| 97: | Anger. | Wrongs, if neglected, vanish in short time, | | 2 | 218 |
| 98: | Another | Wassail the trees, that they may bear | | | 496 |
| 99: | Another Charm For Stables. | Hang up hooks and shears to scare | | 6 | 223 |
| 100: | Another Grace For A Child | Here a little child I stand | | | 803 |
| 101: | Another Grace For A Child. | Here a little child I stand | | 6 | 196 |
| 102: | Another New-Year's Gift: Or, Song For The Circumcision. | Hence, hence profane, and none appear | | 30 | 207 |
| 103: | Another Of God. | God's said to leave this place, and for to come | | 4 | 179 |
| 104: | Another Of The Same. (Obedience.) | No man so well a kingdom rules as he | | 2 | 204 |
| 105: | Another On Her. (Julia) | How can I choose but love and follow her | | 4 | 168 |
| 106: | Another On Love. | Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all | | 2 | 212 |
| 107: | Another To Bring In The Witch. | To house the hag, you must do this: | | 6 | 196 |
| 108: | Another To God. | Lord, do not beat me, | | 8 | 178 |
| 109: | Another To God. | Though Thou be'st all that active love | | 6 | 193 |
| 110: | Another To His Saviour. | If Thou be'st taken, God forbid | | 10 | 183 |
| 111: | Another To Neptune. | Mighty Neptune, may it please | | 6 | 209 |
| 112: | Another To The Maids | Wash your hands, or else the fire | | | 446 |
| 113: | Another Upon Her Weeping. | She by the river sat, and sitting there, | | 2 | 170 |
| 114: | Another Upon Her. (Mrs. Penelope Wheeler.) | First, for your shape, the curious cannot show | | 6 | 206 |
| 115: | Another. | Wassail the trees, that they may bear | | 4 | 197 |
| 116: | Another. (Abel's Blood) | The blood of Abel was a thing | | 4 | 161 |
| 117: | Another. (Charms.) | Let the superstitious wife | | 6 | 185 |
| 118: | Another. (Charms.) | In the morning when ye rise, | | 6 | 177 |
| 119: | Another. (Charms.) | If ye fear to be affrighted | | 6 | 197 |
| 120: | Another. (Confusion Of Face.) | The shame of man's face is no more | | 2 | 206 |
| 121: | Another. (God's Presence.) | That there's a God we all do know, | | 2 | 207 |
| 122: | Another. (Of God.) | God is Jehovah call'd: which name of His | | 2 | 157 |
| 123: | Another. (On Love.) | Where love begins, there dead thy first desire: | | 2 | 205 |
| 124: | Another. (Predestination) | Art thou not destin'd? then with haste go on | | 4 | 167 |
| 125: | Another. (Sin.) | Sin is an act so free, that if we shall | | 2 | 167 |
| 126: | Another. (Sin.) | Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone | | 4 | 162 |
| 127: | Another. (To His Ever-Loving God.) | Thou bid'st me come; I cannot come; for why? | | 4 | 236 |
| 128: | Another. (Upon Himself.) | Love he that will, it best likes me | | 2 | 195 |
| 129: | Another. (Upon M. Ben. Jonson. Epig.) | Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree, | | 2 | 165 |
| 130: | Another. (Virgin Mary) | As sunbeams pierce the glass, and streaming in, | | 4 | 172 |
| 131: | Anthea's Retractation | Anthea laugh'd, and, fearing lest excess | | | 447 |
| 132: | Any Way For Wealth. | E'en all religious courses to be rich | | 8 | 187 |
| 133: | Art Above Nature: To Julia | When I behold a forest spread | | | 460 |
| 134: | Bad May Be Better. | Man may at first transgress, but next do well: | | 2 | 178 |
| 135: | Bad Princes Pill The People. | Like those infernal deities which eat | | 6 | 169 |
| 136: | Bad Wages For Good Service. | In this misfortune kings do most excel, | | 2 | 168 |
| 137: | Baptism. | The strength of baptism that's within, | | 2 | 176 |
| 138: | Barley-Break; Or, Last In Hell | We two are last in hell; what may we fear | | | 453 |
| 139: | Bashfulness. | Of all our parts, the eyes express | | 2 | 144 |
| 140: | Bastards. | Our bastard children are but like to plate | | 2 | 146 |
| 141: | Be My Mistress Short Or Tall | Be my mistress short or tall | | | 467 |
| 142: | Beauty. | Beauty's no other but a lovely grace | | 2 | 210 |
| 143: | Beggars. | Jacob God's beggar was; and so we wait, | | 2 | 214 |
| 144: | Beginning Difficult. | Hard are the two first stairs unto a crown: | | 2 | 144 |
| 145: | Beginnings And Endings. | Paul, he began ill, but he ended well; | | 4 | 148 |
| 146: | Being Once Blind, His Request To Bianca. | When age or chance has made me blind, | | 10 | 179 |
| 147: | Best To Be Merry. | Fools are they who never know | | 6 | 172 |
| 148: | Biting Of Beggars. | Who, railing, drives the lazar from his door, | | 2 | 181 |
| 149: | Blame The Reward Of Princes. | Among disasters that dissension brings, | | 4 | 188 |
| 150: | Blame. | In battles what disasters fall, | | 2 | 170 |
| 151: | Book's End | To his book's end this last line he'd have placed: | | 2 | 288 |
| 152: | Bribes And Gifts Get All. | Dead falls the cause if once the hand be mute; | | 2 | 154 |
| 153: | Burial | Man may want land to live in; but for all | | | 470 |
| 154: | By Use Comes Easiness. | Oft bend the bow, and thou with ease shalt do | | 2 | 148 |
| 155: | Calling And Correcting. | God is not only merciful to call | | 2 | 215 |
| 156: | Canticle To Apollo | Play, Phoebus, on thy lute, | | | 534 |
| 157: | Care A Good Keeper. | Care keeps the conquest; 'tis no less renown | | 2 | 153 |
| 158: | Casualties | Good things, that come of course, far less do please | | | 445 |
| 159: | Caution In Counsel. | Know when to speak; for many times it brings | | 2 | 135 |
| 160: | Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve | Down with the rosemary and bays, | | | 484 |
| 161: | Ceremonies For Christmas | Come, bring with a noise, | | | 454 |
| 162: | Ceremony Upon Candlemas Eve | Down with the rosemary, and so | | 9 | 156 |
| 163: | Change Common To All. | All things subjected are to fate; | | 3 | 169 |
| 164: | Change Gives Content. | What now we like anon we disapprove: | | 2 | 185 |
| 165: | Charms. | Bring the holy crust of bread, | | 4 | 178 |
| 166: | Charms. | This I'll tell ye by the way: | | 4 | 182 |
| 167: | Charon And Philomel; A Dialogue Sung. | Ph. Charon! O gentle Charon! let me woo thee | | 26 | 161 |
| 168: | Cheerfulness In Charity; Or, The Sweet Sacrifice. | Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs | | 4 | 135 |
| 169: | Cherry Ripe | Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, | | | 444 |
| 170: | Cherry-Pit | Julia and I did lately sit, | | | 427 |
| 171: | Choose For The Best. | Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known | | 2 | 134 |
| 172: | Chop-Cherry. | Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, | | | 145 |
| 173: | Christ's Action. | Christ never did so great a work but there | | 6 | 185 |
| 174: | Christ's Birth. | One birth our Saviour had; the like none yet | | 2 | 167 |
| 175: | Christ's Incarnation. | Christ took our nature on Him, not that He | | 4 | 172 |
| 176: | Christ's Part. | Christ, He requires still, wheresoe'er He comes | | 4 | 187 |
| 177: | Christ's Sadness. | Christ was not sad, i' th' garden, for His own | | 2 | 136 |
| 178: | Christ's Suffering. | Justly our dearest Saviour may abhor us, | | 2 | 142 |
| 179: | Christ's Twofold Coming. | Thy former coming was to cure | | 4 | 181 |
| 180: | Christ's Words On The Cross: My God, My God. | Christ, when He hung the dreadful cross upon, | | 4 | 139 |
| 181: | Christ. | To all our wounds here, whatsoe'er they be, | | 2 | 152 |
| 182: | Christmas-Eve, Another Ceremony | Come guard this night the Christmas-Pie, | | | 449 |
| 183: | Clemency In Kings. | Kings must not only cherish up the good, | | 2 | 181 |
| 184: | Clemency. | For punishment in war it will suffice | | 4 | 146 |
| 185: | Clothes Are Conspirators. | Though from without no foes at all we fear, | | 2 | 154 |
| 186: | Clothes Do But Cheat And Cozen Us. | Away with silks, away with lawn, | | 6 | 192 |
| 187: | Clothes For Continuance. | Those garments lasting evermore, | | 4 | 179 |
| 188: | Clouds. | He that ascended in a cloud, shall come | | 2 | 154 |
| 189: | Co-Heirs. | We are co-heirs with Christ; nor shall His own | | 4 | 184 |
| 190: | Cock-Crow | Bell-man of night, if I about shall go | | | 455 |
| 191: | Comfort In Calamity. | Tis no discomfort in the world to fall, | | 2 | 270 |
| 192: | Comfort To A Lady Upon The Death Of Her Husband. | Dry your sweet cheek, long drown'd with sorrow's rain, | | 12 | 154 |
| 193: | Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love | What needs complaints, | | | 405 |
| 194: | Comforts In Contentions. | The same who crowns the conqueror, will be | | 2 | 152 |
| 195: | Comforts In Crosses. | Be not dismayed though crosses cast thee down; | | 2 | 155 |
| 196: | Coming To Christ. | To him who longs unto his Christ to go, | | 2 | 148 |
| 197: | Confession. | Confession twofold is, as Austin says, | | 4 | 179 |
| 198: | Conformity Is Comely. | Conformity gives comeliness to things: | | 2 | 147 |
| 199: | Conformity. | Conformity was ever known | | 4 | 172 |
| 200: | Confusion Of Face. | God then confounds man's face when He not bears | | 2 | 147 |
| 201: | Connubii Flores, Or The Well-Wishes At Weddings. | Chorus Sacerdotum. From the temple to your home | | 63 | 146 |
| 202: | Consultation. | Consult ere thou begin'st; that done, go on | | 2 | 145 |
| 203: | Content, Not Cates. | Tis not the food, but the content | | 8 | 141 |
| 204: | Contention. | Discreet and prudent we that discord call | | 2 | 142 |
| 205: | Corinna's Going A-Maying | Get up, get up for shame, the blooming Morn | | | 471 |
| 206: | Correction. | God had but one Son free from sin; but none | | 2 | 145 |
| 207: | Counsel. | Twas Cæsar's saying: Kings no less conquerors are | | 2 | 144 |
| 208: | Country Life: To His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick | Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, | | | 450 |
| 209: | Courage Cooled. | I cannot love as I have lov'd before; | | 4 | 178 |
| 210: | Cross And Pile. | Fair and foul days trip cross and pile; the fair | | 2 | 175 |
| 211: | Crosses. | Though good things answer many good intents, | | 2 | 148 |
| 212: | Crosses. | Our crosses are no other than the rods, | | 4 | 179 |
| 213: | Cruelties. | Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes | | 2 | 175 |
| 214: | Cruelty Base In Commanders. | Nothing can be more loathsome than to see | | 2 | 148 |
| 215: | Cruelty. | Tis but a dog-like madness in bad kings, | | 4 | 157 |
| 216: | Crutches | Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop; | | | 450 |
| 217: | Cunctation In Correction. | The lictors bundled up their rods; beside, | | 4 | 146 |
| 218: | Dangers Wait On Kings. | As oft as night is banish'd by the morn, | | 2 | 211 |
| 219: | Death Ends All Woe. | Time is the bound of things; where'er we go | | 2 | 149 |
| 220: | Delay. | Break off delay, since we but read of one | | 2 | 144 |
| 221: | Delight In Disorder | A sweet disorder in the dress | | 14 | 171 |
| 222: | Delight In Disorder. | A sweet disorder in the dress | | 14 | 177 |
| 223: | Denial In Women No Disheartening To Men. | Women, although they ne'er so goodly make it, | | 2 | 184 |
| 224: | Departure Of The Good Daemon | What can I do in poetry, | | | 444 |
| 225: | Devotion Makes The Deity. | Who forms a godhead out of gold or stone | | 2 | 145 |
| 226: | Diet. | If wholesome diet can recure a man, | | 2 | 152 |
| 227: | Discontents In Devon | More discontents I never had | | | 479 |
| 228: | Discord Not Disadvantageous. | Fortune no higher project can devise | | 2 | 165 |
| 229: | Dissuasions From Idleness. | Cynthius, pluck ye by the ear, | | 14 | 166 |
| 230: | Distance Betters Dignities. | Kings must not oft be seen by public eyes: | | 2 | 162 |
| 231: | Distrust. | To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must | | 4 | 163 |
| 232: | Distrust. | Whatever men for loyalty pretend, | | 2 | 175 |
| 233: | Divination By A Daffodil | When a daffodil I see, | | | 453 |
| 234: | Doomsday. | Let not that day God's friends and servants scare; | | 2 | 154 |
| 235: | Draw And Drink. | Milk still your fountains and your springs: for why? | | 2 | 145 |
| 236: | Draw-Gloves | At draw-gloves we'll play, | | | 453 |
| 237: | Dreams | Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd | | | 489 |
| 238: | Duty To Tyrants. | Good princes must be pray'd for; for the bad | | 6 | 161 |
| 239: | Earrings. | Why wore th' Egyptians jewels in the ear? | | 3 | 188 |
| 240: | Ease. | God gives to none so absolute an ease | | 2 | 167 |
| 241: | Empires. | Empires of kings are now, and ever were, | | 2 | 160 |
| 242: | Epitaph On The Tomb Of Sir Edward Giles And His Wife In The South Aisle Of Dean Prior Church, Devon. | No trust to metals nor to marbles, when | | 8 | 151 |
| 243: | Eternity | O years! and age! farewell: | | | 453 |
| 244: | Evensong. | Begin with Jove; then is the work half done, | | 6 | 150 |
| 245: | Event Of Things Not In Our Power. | By time and counsel do the best we can, | | 2 | 143 |
| 246: | Evil. | Evil no nature hath; the loss of good | | 2 | 162 |
| 247: | Examples; Or, Like Prince, Like People. | Examples lead us, and we likely see; | | 2 | 143 |
| 248: | Excess. | Excess is sluttish: keep the mean; for why? | | 2 | 146 |
| 249: | Expenses Exhaust. | Live with a thrifty, not a needy fate; | | 2 | 138 |
| 250: | Factions. | The factions of the great ones call, | | 2 | 173 |
| 251: | Fair After Foul. | Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay: | | 2 | 157 |
| 252: | Fair Days: Or, Dawns Deceitful. | Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skies | | 8 | 170 |
| 253: | Fair Shows Deceive. | Smooth was the sea, and seem'd to call | | 6 | 162 |
| 254: | Faith Four-Square. | Faith is a thing that's four-square; let it fall | | 2 | 176 |
| 255: | Faith. | What here we hope for, we shall once inherit; | | 2 | 138 |
| 256: | False Mourning. | He who wears blacks, and mourns not for the dead, | | 2 | 145 |
| 257: | Fame Makes Us Forward. | To print our poems, the propulsive cause | | 2 | 146 |
| 258: | Fame. | Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings | | 2 | 143 |
| 259: | Farewell Frost, Or Welcome Spring | Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear | | | 486 |
| 260: | Fear Gets Force. | Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed: | | 2 | 150 |
| 261: | Fear. | Man must do well out of a good intent; | | 2 | 160 |
| 262: | Felicity Knows No Fence. | Of both our fortunes good and bad we find | | 4 | 140 |
| 263: | Felicity Quick Of Flight | Every time seems short to be | | | 468 |
| 264: | Few Fortunate. | Many we are, and yet but few possess | | 2 | 140 |
| 265: | First Work, And Then Wages. | Preposterous is that order, when we run | | 2 | 126 |
| 266: | Flattery. | What is't that wastes a prince? example shows, | | 2 | 145 |
| 267: | Foolishness. | In's Tusc'lans, Tully doth confess, | | 2 | 144 |
| 268: | Fortune Favours. | Fortune did never favour one | | 4 | 139 |
| 269: | Fortune. | Fortune's a blind profuser of her own, | | 2 | 150 |
| 270: | Four Things Make Us Happy Here | Health is the first good lent to men; | | | 439 |
| 271: | Free Welcome. | God He refuseth no man, but makes way | | 2 | 173 |
| 272: | Fresh Cheese And Cream. | Would ye have fresh cheese and cream? | | 4 | 151 |
| 273: | Gain And Gettings. | When others gain much by the present cast, | | 2 | 170 |
| 274: | Gentleness. | That prince must govern with a gentle hand | | 2 | 158 |
| 275: | Glory. | I make no haste to have my numbers read: | | 2 | 146 |
| 276: | Glory. | Glory no other thing is, Tully says, | | 2 | 142 |
| 277: | God And The King. | How am I bound to Two! God, who doth give | | 2 | 141 |
| 278: | God Has A Twofold Part. | God, when for sin He makes His children smart, | | 4 | 139 |
| 279: | God Hears Us. | God, who's in heaven, will hear from thence; | | 2 | 158 |
| 280: | God Is One. | God, as He is most holy known, | | 2 | 141 |
| 281: | God Not To Be Comprehended. | Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend | | 2 | 139 |
| 282: | God Sparing In Scourging. | God still rewards us more than our desert; | | 2 | 139 |
| 283: | God To Be First Served. | Honour thy parents; but good manners call | | 2 | 158 |
| 284: | God's Anger Without Affection. | God when He's angry here with anyone, | | 4 | 135 |
| 285: | God's Anger. | God can't be wrathful: but we may conclude | | 4 | 160 |
| 286: | God's Blessing. | In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be, | | 2 | 148 |
| 287: | God's Bounty. | God's bounty, that ebbs less and less | | 2 | 199 |
| 288: | God's Bounty. | God, as He's potent, so He's likewise known | | 2 | 142 |
| 289: | God's Commands. | In God's commands ne'er ask the reason why; | | 2 | 155 |
| 290: | God's Descent. | God is then said for to descend, when He | | 4 | 158 |
| 291: | God's Dwelling. | God's said to dwell there, wheresoever He | | 4 | 152 |
| 292: | God's Gifts Not Soon Granted. | God hears us when we pray, but yet defers | | 4 | 148 |
| 293: | God's Grace. | God's grace deserves here to be daily fed | | 2 | 162 |
| 294: | God's Hands. | God's hands are round and smooth, that gifts may fall | | 2 | 181 |
| 295: | God's Keys | God has four keys, which He reserves alone: | | 4 | 156 |
| 296: | God's Mercy. | God's boundless mercy is, to sinful man, | | 6 | 147 |
| 297: | God's Mirth: Man's Mourning. | Where God is merry, there write down thy fears: | | 2 | 154 |
| 298: | God's Pardon. | When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here; | | 2 | 150 |
| 299: | God's Part. | Prayers and praises are those spotless two | | 2 | 153 |
| 300: | God's Power. | God is so potent, as His power can | | 2 | 160 |
| 301: | God's Presence | God's present everywhere, but most of all | | 4 | 144 |
| 302: | God's Presence. | God's evident, and may be said to be | | 2 | 134 |
| 303: | God's Presence. | God is all-present to whate'er we do, | | 2 | 143 |
| 304: | God's Price And Man's Price. | God bought man here with His heart's blood expense; | | 2 | 173 |
| 305: | God's Providence. | If all transgressions here should have their pay, | | 4 | 168 |
| 306: | God's Time Must End Our Trouble. | God doth not promise here to man that He | | 4 | 142 |
| 307: | God, And Lord. | God is His name of nature; but that word | | 2 | 146 |
| 308: | God. | God, as the learned Damascene doth write, | | 2 | 138 |
| 309: | God. | In God there's nothing, but 'tis known to be | | 2 | 153 |
| 310: | God. | God, in the holy tongue, they call | | 2 | 140 |
| 311: | God. | God is more here than in another place, | | 2 | 148 |
| 312: | Gold And Frankincense. | Gold serves for tribute to the king, | | 2 | 155 |
| 313: | Gold Before Goodness. | How rich a man is all desire to know; | | 2 | 150 |
| 314: | Good And Bad. | The bad among the good are here mix'd ever; | | 2 | 158 |
| 315: | Good Christians | Play their offensive and defensive parts, | | 2 | 167 |
| 316: | Good Friday: Rex Tragicus; Or, Christ Going To His Cross. | Put off Thy robe of purple, then go on | | 40 | 158 |
| 317: | Good Luck Not Lasting. | If well the dice run, let's applaud the cast: | | 2 | 144 |
| 318: | Good Manners At Meat. | This rule of manners I will teach my guests: | | 4 | 183 |
| 319: | Good Men Afflicted Most. | God makes not good men wantons, but doth bring | | 12 | 170 |
| 320: | Good Precepts Or Counsel. | In all thy need be thou possess'd | | 10 | 140 |
| 321: | Good Precepts, Or Counsel | In all thy need, be thou possest | | | 455 |
| 322: | Grace For A Child | Here, a little child, I stand, | | 7 | 139 |
| 323: | Graces For Children. | What God gives, and what we take, | | 9 | 156 |
| 324: | Great Boast Small Roast. | Of flanks and chines of beef doth Gorrell boast | | 4 | 164 |
| 325: | Great Grief, Great Glory. | The less our sorrows here and suff'rings cease, | | 2 | 135 |
| 326: | Great Maladies, Long Medicines. | To an old sore a long cure must go on: | | 2 | 136 |
| 327: | Great Spirits Supervive. | Our mortal parts may wrapp'd in sear-cloths lie: | | 2 | 168 |
| 328: | Grief. | Sorrows divided amongst many, less | | 2 | 157 |
| 329: | Grief. | Consider sorrows, how they are aright: | | 2 | 166 |
| 330: | Griefs. | Jove may afford us thousands of reliefs, | | 2 | 145 |
| 331: | Hanch, A Schoolmaster. Epig. | Hanch, since he lately did inter his wife, | | 4 | 164 |
| 332: | Happiness To Hospitality; Or, A Hearty Wish To Good Housekeeping. | First, may the hand of bounty bring | | 22 | 159 |
| 333: | Happiness. | That happiness does still the longest thrive, | | 2 | 186 |
| 334: | Hardening Of Hearts. | God's said our hearts to harden then, | | 2 | 138 |
| 335: | Harvest Home | Come, sons of summer, by whose toil | | | 713 |
| 336: | Haste Hurtful. | Haste is unhappy; what we rashly do | | 4 | 133 |
| 337: | Health. | Health is no other, as the learned hold, | | 2 | 141 |
| 338: | Heaven. | Heaven is most fair; but fairer He | | 2 | 140 |
| 339: | Heaven. | Heaven is not given for our good works here; | | 2 | 158 |
| 340: | Hell Fire. | The fire of hell this strange condition hath, | | 2 | 140 |
| 341: | Hell Fire. | One only fire has hell; but yet it shall | | 4 | 214 |
| 342: | Hell. | Hell is no other but a soundless pit, | | 2 | 152 |
| 343: | Hell. | Hell is the place where whipping-cheer abounds, | | 2 | 138 |
| 344: | Her Bed | See'st thou that cloud as silver clear, | | | 696 |
| 345: | Her Legs. | Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, | | 2 | 165 |
| 346: | Herrick's Fairy Poems And The Description Of The King And Queene Of Fayries Published 1635. | Deep-skilled Geographers, whose art and skill | | 97 | 164 |
| 347: | His Age: Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Of Postumus | Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly | | 152 | 150 |
| 348: | His Alms. | Here, here I live, | | 14 | 145 |
| 349: | His Answer To A Friend. | You ask me what I do, and how I live? | | 4 | 144 |
| 350: | His Answer To A Question. | Some would know | | 12 | 165 |
| 351: | His Anthem To Christ On The Cross. | When I behold Thee, almost slain, | | 13 | 147 |
| 352: | His Cavalier. | Give me that man that dares bestride | | 9 | 167 |
| 353: | His Change. | My many cares and much distress | | 6 | 139 |
| 354: | His Charge To Julia At His Death. | Dearest of thousands, now the time draws near | | 8 | 136 |
| 355: | His Comfort. | The only comfort of my life | | 4 | 153 |
| 356: | His Coming To The Sepulchre. | Hence they have borne my Lord; behold! the stone | | 10 | 138 |
| 357: | His Confession. | Look how our foul days do exceed our fair; | | 6 | 151 |
| 358: | His Content In The Country | Here, Here I live with what my board | | | 728 |
| 359: | His Covenant Or Protestation To Julia | Why dost thou wound and break my heart, | | | 710 |
| 360: | His Creed. | I do believe that die I must, | | 16 | 160 |
| 361: | His Desire | Give me a man that is not dull, | | | 737 |
| 362: | His Dream. | I dreamt, last night, Thou didst transfuse | | 10 | 160 |
| 363: | His Ejaculation To God. | My God! look on me with Thine eye | | 10 | 158 |
| 364: | His Embalming To Julia. | For my embalming, Julia, do but this; | | 6 | 158 |
| 365: | His Farewell To Sack. | Farewell thou thing, time past so known, so dear | | 54 | 139 |
| 366: | His Grange, Or Private Wealth | Though clock, | | | 745 |
| 367: | His Grange. | How well contented in this private grange | | 4 | 132 |
| 368: | His Hope Or Sheet Anchor. | Among these tempests great and manifold | | 4 | 182 |
| 369: | His Lachrymæ; Or, Mirth Turned To Mourning. | Call me no more, | | 18 | 156 |
| 370: | His Last Request To Julia | I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear, | | | 698 |
| 371: | His Last Request To Julia | I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear, | | 8 | 214 |
| 372: | His Litany, To The Holy Spirit | In the hour of my distress, | | | 761 |
| 373: | His Loss | All has been plunder'd from me but my wit: | | | 738 |
| 374: | His Meditation Upon Death | Be those few hours, which I have yet to spend, | | | 450 |
| 375: | His Misery In A Mistress. | Water, water I espy; | | 18 | 165 |
| 376: | His Mistress To Him At His Farewell | You may vow I'll not forget | | | 398 |
| 377: | His Offering, With The Rest, At The Sepulchre. | To join with them who here confer | | 6 | 145 |
| 378: | His Own Epitaph. | As wearied pilgrims, once possest | | 6 | 146 |
| 379: | His Parting From Mrs. Dorothy Kennedy. | When I did go from thee I felt that smart | | 12 | 170 |
| 380: | His Petition. | If war or want shall make me grow so poor, | | 6 | 133 |
| 381: | His Poetry His Pillar | Only a little more | | | 479 |
| 382: | His Power. | God can do all things, save but what are known | | 2 | 141 |
| 383: | His Prayer For Absolution | For those my unbaptized rhymes, | | | 494 |
| 384: | His Prayer To Ben Jonson | When I a verse shall make, | | | 448 |
| 385: | His Protestation To Perilla. | Noonday and midnight shall at once be seen: | | 10 | 157 |
| 386: | His Recantation. | Love, I recant, | | 14 | 159 |
| 387: | His Request To Julia | Julia, if I chance to die | | | 452 |
| 388: | His Return To London | From the dull confines of the drooping west | | | 437 |
| 389: | His Sailing From Julia | When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone | | | 442 |
| 390: | His Saviour's Words Going To The Cross. | Have, have ye no regard, all ye | | 15 | 160 |
| 391: | His Tears To Thamesis. | I send, I send here my supremest kiss | | 26 | 145 |
| 392: | His Weakness In Woes. | I cannot suffer; and in this my part | | 2 | 157 |
| 393: | His Winding-sheet | Come thou, who art the wine and wit | | | 454 |
| 394: | His Wish To God | I would to God, that mine old age might have | | | 445 |
| 395: | His Wish To God. | I would to God that mine old age might have | | 12 | 162 |
| 396: | His Wish To Privacy | Give me a cell | | | 460 |
| 397: | His Wish. | It is sufficient if we pray | | 4 | 166 |
| 398: | His Wish. | Fat be my hind; unlearned be my wife; | | 4 | 146 |
| 399: | His Words To Christ Going To The Cross. | When Thou wast taken, Lord, I oft have read, | | 4 | 153 |
| 400: | Honours Are Hindrances. | Give me honours! what are these, | | 6 | 153 |
| 401: | Hope Heartens. | None goes to warfare but with this intent | | 2 | 154 |
| 402: | Hope Well And Have Well: Or, Fair After Foul Weather. | What though the heaven be lowering now, | | 6 | 152 |
| 403: | How He Would Drink His Wine. | Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus | | 6 | 175 |
| 404: | How His Soul Came Ensnared | My soul would one day go and seek | | | 466 |
| 405: | How Lilies Came White. | White though ye be, yet, lilies, know, | | 12 | 154 |
| 406: | How Marigolds Came Yellow. | Jealous girls these sometimes were, | | 4 | 158 |
| 407: | How Pansies Or Hearts-Ease Came First | Frolic virgins once these were, | | | 461 |
| 408: | How Primroses Came Green. | Virgins, time-past, known were these, | | 4 | 155 |
| 409: | How Roses Came Red. | Roses at first were white, | | 8 | 150 |
| 410: | How Roses Came Red. | Tis said, as Cupid danc'd among | | 4 | 159 |
| 411: | How Springs Came First | These springs were maidens once that loved, | | | 438 |
| 412: | How The Wall-Flower Came First, And Why So Called. | Why this flower is now call'd so, | | 15 | 134 |
| 413: | How Violets Came Blue. | Love on a day, wise poets tell, | | 8 | 145 |
| 414: | Humility. | Humble we must be, if to heaven we go: | | 4 | 154 |
| 415: | Hunger. | Ask me what hunger is, and I'll reply, | | 2 | 211 |
| 416: | Hymn To Bacchus | Bacchus, let me drink no more! | | | 439 |
| 417: | Hymn To Love | I will confess | | | 460 |
| 418: | Hymn To The Grace | When I love, as some have told | | | 431 |
| 419: | Hymn To Venus And Cupid | Sea-born goddess, let me be | | | 467 |
| 420: | I Call And I Call | I call, I call: who do ye call? | | | 479 |
| 421: | Ill Government. | Preposterous is that government, and rude, | | 2 | 150 |
| 422: | Impossibilities: To His Friend | My faithful friend, if you can see | | | 391 |
| 423: | In Praise Of Women. | O Jupiter, should I speak ill | | 4 | 137 |
| 424: | In The Dark None Dainty. | Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be; | | 8 | 124 |
| 425: | Jack And Jill. | Since Jack and Jill both wicked be; | | 3 | 148 |
| 426: | Jehovah. | Jehovah, as Boëtius saith, | | 2 | 159 |
| 427: | Julia's Churching, Or Purification. | Put on thy holy filletings, and so | | 16 | 155 |
| 428: | Julia's Petticoat. | Thy azure robe I did behold | | 22 | 158 |
| 429: | Kings And Tyrants. | Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known: | | 2 | 160 |
| 430: | Kings. | Men are not born kings, but are men renown'd; | | 2 | 136 |
| 431: | Kisses Loathsome. | I abhor the slimy kiss, | | 8 | 141 |
| 432: | Kisses. | Give me the food that satisfies a guest: | | 2 | 148 |
| 433: | Kissing And Bussing. | Kissing and bussing differ both in this; | | 2 | 146 |
| 434: | Kissing Usury | Biancha, let | | | 496 |
| 435: | Knowledge. | Science in God is known to be | | 2 | 133 |
| 436: | Labour. | Labour we must, and labour hard | | 2 | 168 |
| 437: | Lar's Portion And The Poet's Part. | At my homely country-seat | | 6 | 128 |
| 438: | Large Bounds Do But Bury Us. | All things o'er-ruled are here by chance: | | 4 | 156 |
| 439: | Lasciviousness. | Lasciviousness is known to be | | 2 | 124 |
| 440: | Laugh And Lie Down. | Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text! | | 2 | 153 |
| 441: | Laws. | When laws full power have to sway, we see | | 2 | 115 |
| 442: | Laws. | Who violates the customs, hurts the health, | | 2 | 119 |
| 443: | Laxare Fibulam. | To loose the button is no less, | | 2 | 125 |
| 444: | Leander's Obsequies. | When as Leander young was drown'd | | 12 | 150 |
| 445: | Leaven. | Love is a leaven; and a loving kiss | | 2 | 119 |
| 446: | Lenity. | Tis the Chirurgeon's praise, and height of art, | | 2 | 148 |
| 447: | Leprosy In Clothes. | When flowing garments I behold | | 10 | 123 |
| 448: | Leprosy In Houses. | When to a house I come, and see | | 12 | 121 |
| 449: | Liberty. | Those ills that mortal men endure | | 5 | 111 |
| 450: | Life Is The Body's Light | Life is the body's light; which, once declining, | | | 429 |
| 451: | Like Loves His Like. | Like will to like, each creature loves his kind; | | 2 | 130 |
| 452: | Like Pattern, Like People. | This is the height of justice: that to do | | 4 | 103 |
| 453: | Lines Have Their Linings, And Books Their Buckram. | As in our clothes, so likewise he who looks, | | 2 | 138 |
| 454: | Lip-Labour. | In the old Scripture I have often read, | | 4 | 132 |
| 455: | Lips Tongueless. | For my part, I never care | | 16 | 147 |
| 456: | Little And Loud. | Little you are, for woman's sake be proud; | | 2 | 112 |
| 457: | Littleness No Cause Of Leanness. | One feeds on lard, and yet is lean, | | 4 | 127 |
| 458: | Loading And Unloading. | God loads and unloads, thus His work begins, | | 2 | 128 |
| 459: | Long And Lazy. | That was the proverb. Let my mistress be | | 2 | 125 |
| 460: | Long Life. | The longer thread of life we spin, | | 2 | 100 |
| 461: | Long-Looked-For Comes At Last. | Though long it be, years may repay the debt; | | 2 | 136 |
| 462: | Loss From The Least | Great men by small means oft are overthrown; | | | 445 |
| 463: | Lots To Be Liked. | Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, | | 2 | 136 |
| 464: | Love Dislikes Nothing | Whatsoever thing I see, | | | 400 |
| 465: | Love Dislikes Nothing | Whatsoever thing I see, | | | 709 |
| 466: | Love Is A Syrup. | Love is a syrup; and whoe'er we see | | 4 | 125 |
| 467: | Love Killed By Lack. | Let me be warm, let me be fully fed, | | 4 | 150 |
| 468: | Love Lightly Pleased | Let fair or foul my mistress be, | | | 422 |
| 469: | Love Me Little, Love Me Long. | You say, to me-wards your affection's strong; | | 4 | 137 |
| 470: | Love Palpable. | I press'd my Julia's lips, and in the kiss | | 2 | 132 |
| 471: | Love Perfumes All Parts. | If I kiss Anthea's breast, | | 10 | 137 |
| 472: | Love's Play At Push-Pin. | Love and myself, believe me, on a day | | 8 | 122 |
| 473: | Love, What It Is | Love is a circle, that doth restless move | | | 436 |
| 474: | Love. | This axiom I have often heard, | | 2 | 149 |
| 475: | Lovers How They Come And Part | A Gyges ring they bear about them still, | | | 405 |
| 476: | Lyric For Legacies. | Gold I've none, for use or show, | | 9 | 137 |
| 477: | Maids' Nays Are Nothing. | Maids' nays are nothing, they are shy | | 2 | 144 |
| 478: | Man | Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, | | | 393 |
| 479: | Man's Dying-place Uncertain | Man knows where first he ships himself; but he | | | 396 |
| 480: | Manna. | That manna, which God on His people cast, | | 2 | 99 |
| 481: | Martha, Martha. | The repetition of the name made known | | 2 | 111 |
| 482: | Matins, Or Morning Prayer | When with the virgin morning thou dost rise, | | | 393 |
| 483: | Mean In Our Mean | Though frankincense the deities require, | | | 677 |
| 484: | Mean Things Overcome Mighty. | By the weak'st means things mighty are o'erthrown. | | 2 | 110 |
| 485: | Meat Without Mirth. | Eaten I have; and though I had good cheer, | | 4 | 138 |
| 486: | Meditation For His Mistress | You are a Tulip seen to-day, | | | 686 |
| 487: | Men Mind No State In Sickness | That flow of gallants which approach | | | 686 |
| 488: | Mercy And Love. | God hath two wings which He doth ever move; | | 4 | 130 |
| 489: | Mercy. | Mercy, the wise Athenians held to be | | 2 | 106 |
| 490: | Merits Make The Man. | Our honours and our commendations be | | 2 | 121 |
| 491: | Mirth | True mirth resides not in the smiling skin; | | | 386 |
| 492: | Miseries | Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, | | | 406 |
| 493: | Moderation. | In things a moderation keep: | | 2 | 123 |
| 494: | Moderation. | Let moderation on thy passions wait; | | 2 | 98 |
| 495: | Money Gets The Mastery. | Fight thou with shafts of silver and o'ercome, | | 2 | 115 |
| 496: | Money Makes The Mirth | When all birds else do of their music fail, | | | 666 |
| 497: | Montes Scripturarum: The Mounts Of The Scriptures. | The mountains of the Scriptures are, some say, | | 4 | 99 |
| 498: | Mora Sponsi, The Stay Of The Bridegroom. | The time the bridegroom stays from hence | | 2 | 110 |
| 499: | More Modest, More Manly. | Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are, | | 2 | 100 |
| 500: | More Potent, Less Peccant. | He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress | | 2 | 103 |
| 501: | Most Words, Less Works. | In desp'rate cases all, or most, are known | | 2 | 110 |
| 502: | Mr. Herrick: His Daughter's Dowry. | Ere I go hence and be no more | | 108 | 116 |
| 503: | Mr. Robert Herrick: His Farewell Unto Poetry. | I have beheld two lovers in a night | | 102 | 118 |
| 504: | Mrs Eliz Wheeler, Under The Name Of The Lost Shepherdess | Among the myrtles as I walk'd | | | 669 |
| 505: | Multitude. | We trust not to the multitude in war, | | 2 | 106 |
| 506: | Need. | Who begs to die for fear of human need, | | 2 | 131 |
| 507: | Neglect. | Art quickens nature; care will make a face; | | 2 | 135 |
| 508: | Neutrality Loathsome. | God will have all, or none; serve Him, or fall | | 4 | 121 |
| 509: | Never Too Late To Die. | No man comes late unto that place from whence | | 2 | 117 |
| 510: | No Action Hard To Affection. | Nothing hard or harsh can prove | | 2 | 118 |
| 511: | No Bashfulness In Begging. | To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; | | 2 | 107 |
| 512: | No Coming To God Without Christ. | Good and great God! how should I fear | | 6 | 118 |
| 513: | No Danger To Men Desperate. | When fear admits no hope of safety, then | | 2 | 119 |
| 514: | No Despite To The Dead. | Reproach we may the living, not the dead: | | 2 | 109 |
| 515: | No Difference I' Th' Dark. | Night makes no difference 'twixt the priest and clerk; | | 2 | 112 |
| 516: | No Escaping The Scourging. | God scourgeth some severely, some He spares; | | 2 | 128 |
| 517: | No Fault In Women | No fault in women, to refuse | | | 715 |
| 518: | No Loathsomeness In Love. | What I fancy I approve, | | 14 | 117 |
| 519: | No Lock Against Letchery. | Bar close as you can, and bolt fast too your door, | | 4 | 122 |
| 520: | No Luck In Love. | I do love I know not what, | | 9 | 118 |
| 521: | No Man Without Money | No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim, | | 2 | 123 |
| 522: | No Pains, No Gains | If little labour, little are our gains; | | | 674 |
| 523: | No Shipwreck Of Virtue. To A Friend. | Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here; | | 6 | 122 |
| 524: | No Spouse But A Sister. | A bachelor I will | | 10 | 468 |
| 525: | No Time In Eternity. | By hours we all live here; in Heaven is known | | 2 | 124 |
| 526: | No Want Where There's Little. | To bread and water none is poor; | | 4 | 117 |
| 527: | None Free From Fault. | Out of the world he must, who once comes in. | | 2 | 117 |
| 528: | None Truly Happy Here. | Happy's that man to whom God gives | | 4 | 119 |
| 529: | Nor Buying Or Selling. | Now, if you love me, tell me, | | 4 | 112 |
| 530: | North And South. | The Jews their beds and offices of ease, | | 4 | 103 |
| 531: | Not Every Day Fit For Verse | Tis not ev'ry day that I | | | 725 |
| 532: | Not To Covet Much Where Little Is The Charge. | Why should we covet much, whenas we know | | 2 | 103 |
| 533: | Not To Love. | He that will not love must be | | 18 | 114 |
| 534: | Nothing Free-Cost | Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let | | | 677 |
| 535: | Nothing New. | Nothing is new; we walk where others went; | | 2 | 116 |
| 536: | Obedience In Subjects. | The gods to kings the judgment give to sway: | | 2 | 105 |
| 537: | Obedience. | The power of princes rests in the consent | | 4 | 113 |
| 538: | Oberon's Chapel | A way enhanced with glass and beads | | | 590 |
| 539: | Oberon's Feast | Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State | | | 686 |
| 540: | Oberon's Palace. | After the feast, my Shapcot, see | | 121 | 132 |
| 541: | Observation. | Who to the north, or south, doth set | | 2 | 95 |
| 542: | Observation. | The Jews, when they built houses, I have read, | | 4 | 92 |
| 543: | Observation. | The Virgin Mother stood at distance, there, | | 16 | 117 |
| 544: | Of Horne, A Combmaker. | Horne sells to others teeth; but has not one | | 2 | 102 |
| 545: | Of Love. | I do not love, nor can it be | | 6 | 115 |
| 546: | Of Love. | I'll get me hence, | | 6 | 99 |
| 547: | Of Love. | Instruct me now what love will do. | | 8 | 121 |
| 548: | Of Love: A Sonnet | How Love came in, I do not know, | | | 570 |
| 549: | On A Perfumed Lady | You say you're sweet: how should we know | | | 596 |
| 550: | On Fortune. | This is my comfort when she's most unkind: | | 2 | 112 |
| 551: | On Gilly-Flowers Begotten. | What was't that fell but now | | 8 | 108 |
| 552: | On Heaven. | Permit mine eyes to see | | 14 | 110 |
| 553: | On Himself | I'll write no more of love, but now repent | | | 595 |
| 554: | On Himself | A wearied pilgrim I have wander'd here, | | 10 | 120 |
| 555: | On Himself | Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light; | | 4 | 115 |
| 556: | On Himself | Lost to the world; lost to myself; alone | | 3 | 117 |
| 557: | On Himself (2) | Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die, | | | 616 |
| 558: | On Himself. | Young I was, but now am old, | | 10 | 102 |
| 559: | On Himself. | Love-sick I am, and must endure | | 6 | 110 |
| 560: | On Himself. | I fear no earthly powers, | | 6 | 102 |
| 561: | On Himself. | Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay; | | 15 | 113 |
| 562: | On Himself. | Ask me why I do not sing | | 6 | 123 |
| 563: | On Himself. | Born I was to meet with age, | | 8 | 118 |
| 564: | On Himself. | Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all: | | 2 | 101 |
| 565: | On Himself. | I'll sing no more, nor will I longer write | | 8 | 104 |
| 566: | On Himself. | If that my fate has now fulfill'd my year, | | 8 | 125 |
| 567: | On Himself. | Let me not live if I not love: | | 4 | 103 |
| 568: | On Himself. | I will no longer kiss, | | 8 | 107 |
| 569: | On Himself. | One ear tingles; some there be | | 4 | 91 |
| 570: | On Himself. | The work is done: young men and maidens, set | | 6 | 102 |
| 571: | On His Book. | The bound, almost, now of my book I see, | | 4 | 98 |
| 572: | On Hymn To The Muse | Honour to you who sit | | | 595 |
| 573: | On Joan. | Joan would go tell her hairs; and well she might, | | 2 | 111 |
| 574: | On Julia's Breath. | Breathe, Julia, breathe, and I'll protest, | | 4 | 108 |
| 575: | On Julia's Lips. | Sweet are my Julia's lips and clean, | | 2 | 107 |
| 576: | On Julia's Picture. | How am I ravish'd! when I do but see | | 4 | 100 |
| 577: | On Julia's Voice | So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, | | | 595 |
| 578: | On Love | Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all | | | 604 |
| 579: | On Love. | Love bade me ask a gift, | | 8 | 132 |
| 580: | On Love. | Love is a kind of war: hence those who fear! | | 2 | 128 |
| 581: | On Love. | That love 'twixt men does ever longest last | | 2 | 114 |
| 582: | On Poet Prat. Epig. | Prat he writes satires, but herein's the fault, | | 2 | 108 |
| 583: | On Tomasin Parsons. | Grow up in beauty, as thou dost begin, | | 2 | 123 |
| 584: | Once Poor, Still Penurious. | Goes the world now, it will with thee go hard: | | 4 | 105 |
| 585: | Once Seen And No More. | Thousands each day pass by, which we, | | 2 | 117 |
| 586: | Orpheus | Orpheus he went, as poets tell, | | | 598 |
| 587: | Our Own Sins Unseen. | Other men's sins we ever bear in mind; | | 2 | 103 |
| 588: | Out Of Time, Out Of Tune. | We blame, nay, we despise her pains | | 6 | 134 |
| 589: | Pain And Pleasure. | God suffers not His saints and servants dear | | 4 | 148 |
| 590: | Pain Ends In Pleasure. | Afflictions bring us joy in times to come, | | 2 | 140 |
| 591: | Pains Without Profit. | A long life's-day I've taken pains | | 4 | 143 |
| 592: | Painting Sometimes Permitted. | If Nature do deny | | 2 | 146 |
| 593: | Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton | Till I shall come again, let this suffice, | | | 627 |
| 594: | Paradise. | Paradise is, as from the learn'd I gather, | | 2 | 122 |
| 595: | Parcel-Gilt Poetry. | Let's strive to be the best; the gods, we know it, | | 2 | 104 |
| 596: | Pardon | Those ends in war the best contentment bring, | | | 632 |
| 597: | Pardon. | God pardons those who do through frailty sin, | | 2 | 113 |
| 598: | Passion. | Were there not a matter known, | | 2 | 111 |
| 599: | Pastoral Sung To The King | MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. | | | 613 |
| 600: | Patience In Princes. | Kings must not use the axe for each offence: | | 2 | 104 |
| 601: | Patience: Or, Comforts In Crosses. | Abundant plagues I late have had, | | 4 | 123 |
| 602: | Peace Not Permanence | Great cities seldom rest; if there be none | | | 638 |
| 603: | Penitence. | Who after his transgression doth repent, | | 2 | 111 |
| 604: | Penitence. | The doctors, in the Talmud, say, | | 4 | 100 |
| 605: | Penitency. | A man's transgressions God does then remit, | | 2 | 128 |
| 606: | Persecutions Profitable. | Afflictions they most profitable are | | 4 | 129 |
| 607: | Persecutions Purify. | God strikes His Church, but 'tis to this intent, | | 4 | 122 |
| 608: | Perseverance. | Hast thou begun an act? ne'er then give o'er: | | 2 | 143 |
| 609: | Physicians. | Physicians fight not against men; but these | | 2 | 133 |
| 610: | Pity And Punishment. | God doth embrace the good with love; and gains | | 2 | 99 |
| 611: | Pity To The Prostrate. | Tis worse than barbarous cruelty to show | | 2 | 144 |
| 612: | Pleasures Pernicious. | Where pleasures rule a kingdom, never there | | 2 | 118 |
| 613: | Plots Not Still Prosperous. | All are not ill plots that do sometimes fail; | | 2 | 108 |
| 614: | Poetry Perpetuates The Poet. | Here I myself might likewise die, | | 6 | 118 |
| 615: | Poets. | Wantons we are, and though our words be such, | | 2 | 96 |
| 616: | Policy In Princes. | That princes may possess a surer seat, | | 2 | 125 |
| 617: | Possessions. | Those possessions short-liv'd are, | | 2 | 116 |
| 618: | Posting To Printing | Let others to the printing-press run fast; | | 2 | 112 |
| 619: | Potentates. | Love and the Graces evermore do wait | | 2 | 106 |
| 620: | Poverty And Riches | Who with a little cannot be content, | | | 578 |
| 621: | Poverty And Riches. | Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find | | 2 | 94 |
| 622: | Poverty The Greatest Pack. | To mortal men great loads allotted be, | | 2 | 112 |
| 623: | Power And Peace. | Tis never, or but seldom known, | | 2 | 118 |
| 624: | Pray And Prosper | First offer incense; then, thy field and meads | | | 624 |
| 625: | Pray And Prosper. | First offer incense, then thy field and meads | | 8 | 93 |
| 626: | Prayer. | A prayer that is said alone | | 8 | 159 |
| 627: | Prayers Must Have Poise. | God, He rejects all prayers that are slight | | 2 | 128 |
| 628: | Precepts. | Good precepts we must firmly hold, | | 2 | 113 |
| 629: | Predestination. | Predestination is the cause alone | | 2 | 116 |
| 630: | Prescience. | God's prescience makes none sinful; but th' offence | | 2 | 106 |
| 631: | Presence And Absence. | When what is lov'd is present, love doth spring; | | 2 | 108 |
| 632: | Present Government Grievous. | Men are suspicious, prone to discontent: | | 2 | 108 |
| 633: | Prevision Or Provision. | That prince takes soon enough the victor's room | | 2 | 97 |
| 634: | Pride Allowable In Poets. | As thou deserv'st, be proud; then gladly let | | 2 | 132 |
| 635: | Princes And Favourites. | Princes and fav'rites are most dear, while they | | 4 | 100 |
| 636: | Proof To No Purpose | You see this gentle stream that glides, | | | 601 |
| 637: | Purgatory. | Readers, we entreat ye pray | | 6 | 135 |
| 638: | Purpose | No wrath of men, or rage of seas, | | | 538 |
| 639: | Putrefaction. | Putrefaction is the end | | 2 | 154 |
| 640: | Rags. | What are our patches, tatters, rags, and rents, | | 2 | 159 |
| 641: | Rapine Brings Ruin. | What's got by justice is established sure: | | 2 | 138 |
| 642: | Readiness. | The readiness of doing doth express | | 2 | 150 |
| 643: | Recompense. | Who plants an olive, but to eat the oil? | | 2 | 129 |
| 644: | Regression Spoils Resolution. | Hast thou attempted greatness? then go on: | | 2 | 105 |
| 645: | Repletion. | Physicians say repletion springs | | 2 | 110 |
| 646: | Request To The Grace | Ponder my words, if so that any be | | | 575 |
| 647: | Rest Refreshes. | Lay by the good a while; a resting field | | 4 | 114 |
| 648: | Rest. | On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd: | | 2 | 116 |
| 649: | Revenge. | Man's disposition is for to requite | | 4 | 131 |
| 650: | Reverence To Riches. | Like to the income must be our expense; | | 2 | 111 |
| 651: | Reverence. | True rev'rence is, as Cassiodore doth prove, | | 2 | 135 |
| 652: | Reward And Punishments. | All things are open to these two events, | | 2 | 127 |
| 653: | Rewards | Still to our gains our chief respect is had; | | | 548 |
| 654: | Riches And Poverty. | God could have made all rich, or all men poor; | | 4 | 110 |
| 655: | Roaring. | Roaring is nothing but a weeping part | | 2 | 109 |
| 656: | Rules For Our Reach. | Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we | | 2 | 124 |
| 657: | Sabbaths. | Sabbaths are threefold, as St. Austin says: | | 4 | 140 |
| 658: | Safety On The Shore | What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore; | | | 653 |
| 659: | Safety To Look To Oneself. | For my neighbour I'll not know, | | 8 | 149 |
| 660: | Saint Distaff's Day, Or The Morrow After Twelfth Day. | Partly work and partly play | | 15 | 143 |
| 661: | Salutation. | Christ, I have read, did to His chaplains say, | | 8 | 133 |
| 662: | Satan. | When we 'gainst Satan stoutly fight, the more | | 4 | 116 |
| 663: | Satisfaction For Suffering | For all our works a recompence is sure; | | | 561 |
| 664: | Sauce For Sorrows. | Although our suffering meet with no relief, | | 2 | 123 |
| 665: | Seek And Find. | Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; | | 2 | 119 |
| 666: | Shame No Statist. | Shame is a bad attendant to a state: | | 2 | 101 |
| 667: | Shipwreck. | He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail | | 2 | 128 |
| 668: | Short And Long Both Likes. | This lady's short, that mistress she is tall; | | 2 | 92 |
| 669: | Silence. | Suffer thy legs, but not thy tongue to walk: | | 2 | 114 |
| 670: | Sin And Strife. | After true sorrow for our sins, our strife | | 2 | 115 |
| 671: | Sin Seen. | When once the sin has fully acted been, | | 2 | 155 |
| 672: | Sin Severely Punished. | God in His own day will be then severe | | 2 | 98 |
| 673: | Sin. | Sin leads the way, but as it goes, it feels | | 2 | 130 |
| 674: | Sin. | Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere, | | 2 | 113 |
| 675: | Sin. | Sin no existence; nature none it hath, | | 2 | 102 |
| 676: | Sin. | There is no evil that we do commit, | | 4 | 110 |
| 677: | Sin. | Sin never slew a soul unless there went | | 2 | 105 |
| 678: | Sin. | There's no constraint to do amiss, | | 2 | 117 |
| 679: | Sincerity. | Wash clean the vessel, lest ye sour | | 2 | 111 |
| 680: | Single Life Most Secure. | Suspicion, discontent, and strife | | 2 | 110 |
| 681: | Sinners. | Sinners confounded are a twofold way, | | 4 | 114 |
| 682: | Sins Loathed, And Yet Loved. | Shame checks our first attempts; but then 'tis prov'd | | 2 | 114 |
| 683: | Slavery. | Tis liberty to serve one lord; but he | | 2 | 116 |
| 684: | Smart. | Stripes, justly given, yerk us with their fall; | | 2 | 107 |
| 685: | Sobriety In Search. | To seek of God more than we well can find, | | 2 | 103 |
| 686: | Society. | Two things do make society to stand: | | 2 | 101 |
| 687: | Soft Music | The mellow touch of music most doth wound | | | 518 |
| 688: | Some Comfort In Calamity. | To conquered men, some comfort 'tis to fall | | 2 | 118 |
| 689: | Sorrows Succeed. | When one is past, another care we have: | | 2 | 117 |
| 690: | Sorrows. | Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go, | | 2 | 118 |
| 691: | Speak In Season. | When times are troubled, then forbear; but speak | | 2 | 127 |
| 692: | Steam In Sacrifice. | If meat the gods give, I the steam | | 4 | 122 |
| 693: | Stool-Ball. | At stool-ball, Lucia, let us play | | 12 | 130 |
| 694: | Strength To Support Sovereignty. | Let kings and rulers learn this line from me: | | 2 | 105 |
| 695: | Studies To Be Supported. | Studies themselves will languish and decay, | | 2 | 106 |
| 696: | Suffer That Thou Canst Not Shift. | Does fortune rend thee? Bear with thy hard fate: | | 4 | 109 |
| 697: | Sufferance. | In the hope of ease to come, | | 2 | 104 |
| 698: | Sufferings. | We merit all we suffer, and by far | | 2 | 128 |
| 699: | Supreme Fortune Falls Soonest. | While leanest beasts in pastures feed, | | 2 | 123 |
| 700: | Surfeits. | Bad are all surfeits; but physicians call | | 2 | 139 |
| 701: | Suspicion Makes Secure. | He that will live of all cares dispossess'd, | | 2 | 125 |
| 702: | Sweet Disorder | A sweet disorder in the dress | | | 399 |
| 703: | Sweetness In Sacrifice. | Tis not greatness they require | | 4 | 105 |
| 704: | Tapers. | Those tapers which we set upon the grave | | 5 | 145 |
| 705: | Tears And Laughter | Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away, | | | 427 |
| 706: | Tears Are Tongues. | When Julia chid I stood as mute the while | | 8 | 146 |
| 707: | Tears. | Tears most prevail; with tears, too, thou may'st move | | 2 | 141 |
| 708: | Tears. | Our present tears here, not our present laughter, | | 2 | 136 |
| 709: | Tears. | God from our eyes all tears hereafter wipes, | | 2 | 128 |
| 710: | Tears. | The tears of saints more sweet by far | | 2 | 142 |
| 711: | Temporal Goods. | These temporal goods God, the most wise, commends | | 6 | 126 |
| 712: | Temptation. | Those saints which God loves best, | | 2 | 124 |
| 713: | Temptation. | God tempteth no one, as St. Austin saith, | | 4 | 124 |
| 714: | Temptations. | Temptations hurt not, though they have access: | | 2 | 120 |
| 715: | Temptations. | No man is tempted so but may o'ercome, | | 2 | 107 |
| 716: | Thanksgiving To God, For His House | Lord, thou hast given me a cell, | | | 483 |
| 717: | Thanksgiving. | Thanksgiving for a former, doth invite | | 2 | 135 |
| 718: | The Admonition. | Seest thou those diamonds which she wears | | 15 | 114 |
| 719: | The Amber Bead. | I saw a fly within a bead | | 4 | 215 |
| 720: | The Apparition Of His, Mistress, Calling Him To Elysium | Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, | | | 426 |
| 721: | The Apron Of Flowers | To gather flowers, Sappha went, | | | 396 |
| 722: | The Argument Of His Book | I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, | | | 376 |
| 723: | The Ass. | God did forbid the Israelites to bring | | 4 | 108 |
| 724: | The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad | Dull to myself, and almost dead to these | | | 386 |
| 725: | The Bag Of The Bee | About the sweet bag of a bee | | | 396 |
| 726: | The Bedman, Or Gravemaker. | Thou hast made many houses for the dead; | | 4 | 123 |
| 727: | The Beggar To Mab, The Queen Fairy | Please your Grace, from out your store | | | 399 |
| 728: | The Beggar. | Shall I a daily beggar be, | | 10 | 111 |
| 729: | The Bell-Man | Along the dark and silent night, | | | 384 |
| 730: | The Bellman | From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, | | | 395 |
| 731: | The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid | From this bleeding hand of mine, | | | 345 |
| 732: | The Body. | The body is the soul's poor house or home, | | 2 | 119 |
| 733: | The Bondman. | Bind me but to thee with thine hair, | | 8 | 110 |
| 734: | The Bracelet Of Pearl: To Silvia. | I brake thy bracelet 'gainst my will, | | 12 | 122 |
| 735: | The Bracelet To Julia | Why I tie about thy wrist, | | | 386 |
| 736: | The Bride-Cake | This day, my Julia, thou must make | | 6 | 124 |
| 737: | The Broken Crystal. | To fetch me wine my Lucia went, | | 6 | 119 |
| 738: | The Bubble: A Song | To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, | | | 377 |
| 739: | The Candour Of Julia's Teeth. | White as Zenobia's teeth, the which the girls | | 2 | 114 |
| 740: | The Captiv'd Bee; Or, The Little Filcher | As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay, | | | 416 |
| 741: | The Carcanet. | Instead of orient pearls of jet | | 6 | 107 |
| 742: | The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day | Kindle the Christmas brand, and then | | | 380 |
| 743: | The Changes: To Corinne | Be not proud, but now incline | | | 360 |
| 744: | The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest | One silent night of late, | | | 384 |
| 745: | The Chewing The Cud. | When well we speak and nothing do that's good, | | 4 | 114 |
| 746: | The Christian Militant. | A man prepar'd against all ills to come, | | 16 | 150 |
| 747: | The Cloud. | Seest thou that cloud that rides in state, | | 4 | 114 |
| 748: | The Cobblers' Catch. | Come sit we by the fire's side, | | 4 | 115 |
| 749: | The Coming Of Good Luck | So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light, | | | 365 |
| 750: | The Country Life: | Sweet country life, to such unknown, | | | 371 |
| 751: | The Covetous Still Captives. | Let's live with that small pittance that we have; | | 2 | 105 |
| 752: | The Credit Of The Conqueror. | He who commends the vanquished, speaks the power | | 2 | 127 |
| 753: | The Crowd And Company. | In holy meetings there a man may be | | 2 | 126 |
| 754: | The Cruel Maid | And, cruel maid, because I see | | | 354 |
| 755: | The Curse. A Song. | Go, perjured man; and if thou e'er return | | 8 | 113 |
| 756: | The Custard. | For second course, last night, a custard came | | 6 | 118 |
| 757: | The Definition Of Beauty | Beauty no other thing is, than a beam | | | 362 |
| 758: | The Delaying Bride. | Why so slowly do you move | | 14 | 117 |
| 759: | The Deluge. | Drowning, drowning, I espy | | 12 | 124 |
| 760: | The Departure Of The Good Demon. | What can I do in poetry | | 4 | 101 |
| 761: | The Description Of A Woman. | Whose head, befringed with bescattered tresses, | | 82 | 123 |
| 762: | The Difference Betwixt Kings And Subjects. | Twixt kings and subjects there's this mighty odds: | | 2 | 166 |
| 763: | The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter: Sung By The Virgin-Martyr | O thou, the wonder of all days! | | | 355 |
| 764: | The Dream. | Methought last night Love in an anger came | | 8 | 100 |
| 765: | The Dream. | By dream I saw one of the three | | 10 | 130 |
| 766: | The End Of His Work. | Part of the work remains; one part is past: | | 2 | 139 |
| 767: | The End. | If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right; | | 2 | 133 |
| 768: | The End. | Conquer we shall, but we must first contend; | | 2 | 125 |
| 769: | The Entertainment; Or, Porch-Verse, At The Marriage Of Mr. Henry Northly And The Most Witty Mrs. Lettice Yard. | Welcome! but yet no entrance, till we bless | | 14 | 135 |
| 770: | The Eucharist. | He that is hurt seeks help: sin is the wound; | | 2 | 121 |
| 771: | The Eye. | Make me a heaven, and make me there | | 17 | 132 |
| 772: | The Eye. | A wanton and lascivious eye | | 2 | 113 |
| 773: | The Eyes Before The Ears. | We credit most our sight; one eye doth please | | 2 | 123 |
| 774: | The Eyes. | Tis a known principle in war, | | 2 | 104 |
| 775: | The Fairies | If ye will with Mab find grace, | | | 358 |
| 776: | The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel | A way enhanced with glass and beads | | | 405 |
| 777: | The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel Dedicated To Mr. John Merrifield, Counsellor-At-Law. | Rare temples thou hast seen, I know, | | 148 | 195 |
| 778: | The Fast, Or Lent. | Noah the first was, as tradition says, | | 2 | 130 |
| 779: | The First Mars Or Makes. | In all our high designments 'twill appear, | | 2 | 116 |
| 780: | The Frankincense. | When my off'ring next I make, | | 4 | 144 |
| 781: | The Frozen Heart. | I freeze, I freeze, and nothing dwells | | 8 | 124 |
| 782: | The Frozen Zone; Or, Julia Disdainful. | Whither? say, whither shall I fly, | | 16 | 159 |
| 783: | The Funeral Rites Of The Rose | The Rose was sick, and smiling died; | | | 376 |
| 784: | The Good-Night Or Blessing | Blessings in abundance come | | | 377 |
| 785: | The Goodness Of His God. | When winds and seas do rage | | 12 | 157 |
| 786: | The Hag | The hag is astride | | | 364 |
| 787: | The Hag. | The staff is now greas'd; | | 18 | 133 |
| 788: | The Hand And Tongue. | Two parts of us successively command: | | 2 | 116 |
| 789: | The Headache. | My head doth ache, | | 12 | 110 |
| 790: | The Heart | In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part | | | 377 |
| 791: | The Hock-Cart | Come, sons of summer, by whose toil | | | 373 |
| 792: | The Honeycomb. | If thou hast found an honeycomb, | | 6 | 123 |
| 793: | The Hour-Glass | That hour-glass which there you see | | | 402 |
| 794: | The Invitation | To sup with thee thou didst me home invite, | | | 371 |
| 795: | The Jimmall Ring Or True-Love Knot. | Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I | | 3 | 144 |
| 796: | The Judgment-Day. | God hides from man the reck'ning day, that he | | 4 | 99 |
| 797: | The Judgment-Day. | In doing justice God shall then be known, | | 2 | 140 |
| 798: | The Kiss: A Dialogue | Among thy fancies, tell me this, | | | 393 |
| 799: | The Lamp. | When a man's faith is frozen up, as dead; | | 2 | 121 |
| 800: | The Last Stroke Strikes Sure. | Though by well warding many blows we've pass'd, | | 2 | 133 |
| 801: | The Lawn. | Would I see lawn, clear as the heaven, and thin? | | 4 | 126 |
| 802: | The Lily In A Crystal | You have beheld a smiling rose | | | 353 |
| 803: | The Lily In A Crystal. | You have beheld a smiling rose | | 56 | 154 |
| 804: | The Little Filcher; Or, The Captiv'd Bee | As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay, | | | 407 |
| 805: | The Mad Maid's Song | Good morrow to the day so fair; | | | 614 |
| 806: | The Maiden-Blush. | So look the mornings when the sun | | 10 | 174 |
| 807: | The Maypole | The May-pole is up, | | | 577 |
| 808: | The Meadow-Verse; Or, Anniversary To Mistress Bridget Lowman. | Come with the spring-time forth, fair maid, and be | | 12 | 100 |
| 809: | The Mean. | Imparity doth ever discord bring; | | | 112 |
| 810: | The Mean. | Tis much among the filthy to be clean; | | 2 | 112 |
| 811: | The More Mighty, The More Merciful. | Who may do most, does least: the bravest will | | 2 | 131 |
| 812: | The Mount Of The Muses. | After thy labour take thine ease, | | 6 | 132 |
| 813: | The New Charon: | Charon, O Charon, draw thy boat to th' shore, | | 42 | 130 |
| 814: | The New-Year's Gift | Let others look for pearl and gold, | | | 605 |
| 815: | The New-Year's Gift: Or, Circumcision's Song. Sung To The King In The Presence At Whitehall. | Prepare for songs; He's come, He's come; | | 30 | 126 |
| 816: | The Night Piece, To Julia | Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, | | | 597 |
| 817: | The Number Of Two. | God hates the dual number, being known | | 8 | 129 |
| 818: | The Old Wives' Prayer | Holy-Rood, come forth and shield | | | 619 |
| 819: | The Olive Branch | Sadly I walk'd within the field, | | | 600 |
| 820: | The Parasceve, Or Preparation. | To a love-feast we both invited are: | | 10 | 111 |
| 821: | The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies: The Armilet | Three lovely sisters working were, | | 12 | 131 |
| 822: | The Parliament Of Roses To Julia | I dreamt the Roses one time went | | | 642 |
| 823: | The Parting Verse Or Charge To His Supposed Wife When He Travelled. | Go hence, and with this parting kiss, | | 84 | 121 |
| 824: | The Parting Verse, The Feast There Ended. | Loth to depart, but yet at last each one | | 14 | 110 |
| 825: | The Perfume. | To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, | | 4 | 110 |
| 826: | The Peter-Penny. | Fresh strewings allow | | 18 | 117 |
| 827: | The Pillar Of Fame. | Fame's pillar here, at last, we set, | | 14 | 122 |
| 828: | The Plaudite, Or End Of Life | If after rude and boisterous seas | | | 596 |
| 829: | The Plunder. | I am of all bereft, | | 6 | 134 |
| 830: | The Poet Hath Lost His Pipe. | I cannot pipe as I was wont to do, | | 4 | 101 |
| 831: | The Poet Loves A Mistress, But Not To Marry. | I do not love to wed, | | 20 | 133 |
| 832: | The Poet's Good Wishes For The Most Hopeful And Handsome Prince, The Duke Of York. | May his pretty dukeship grow | | 20 | 117 |
| 833: | The Pomander Bracelet. | To me my Julia lately sent | | 4 | 101 |
| 834: | The Poor Man's Part. | Tell me, rich man, for what intent | | 4 | 129 |
| 835: | The Poor's Portion. | The sup'rabundance of my store, | | 8 | 124 |
| 836: | The Power In The People. | Let kings command and do the best they may, | | 2 | 115 |
| 837: | The Present Time Best Pleaseth Me | Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see | | | 618 |
| 838: | The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees | Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, | | | 593 |
| 839: | The Primitiæ To Parents. | Our household-gods our parents be; | | 4 | 140 |
| 840: | The Primrose | Ask me why I send you here | | | 623 |
| 841: | The Quintell. | Up with the quintell, that the rout, | | 4 | 123 |
| 842: | The Rainbow, Or Curious Covenant. | Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain; | | 8 | 123 |
| 843: | The Rainbow. | Look how the rainbow doth appear | | 6 | 107 |
| 844: | The Recompense. | All I have lost that could be rapt from me; | | 4 | 119 |
| 845: | The Resurrection Possible And Probable. | For each one body that i' th' earth is sown, | | 6 | 118 |
| 846: | The Resurrection. | That Christ did die, the pagan saith; | | 2 | 125 |
| 847: | The Ride-Cake | This day, my Julia, thou must make | | | 636 |
| 848: | The Right Hand. | God has a right hand, but is quite bereft | | 2 | 132 |
| 849: | The Rock Of Rubies And The Quarry Of Pearls | Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew: | | | 638 |
| 850: | The Rod. | God's rod doth watch while men do sleep, and then | | 2 | 138 |
| 851: | The Rosary | One asked me where the roses grew: | | | 602 |
| 852: | The Rose. | Before man's fall the rose was born, | | 5 | 218 |
| 853: | The Rosemary Branch. | Grow for two ends, it matters not at all, | | 2 | 160 |
| 854: | The Sacrifice, By Way Of Discourse Betwixt Himself And Julia. | Herr. Come and let's in solemn wise | | 19 | 137 |
| 855: | The Sadness Of Things For Sappho's Sickness. | Lilies will languish; violets look ill; | | 8 | 140 |
| 856: | The Scare-Fire. | Water, water I desire, | | 8 | 123 |
| 857: | The School Or Pearl Of Putney, The Mistress Of All Singular Manners, Mistress Portman. | Whether I was myself, or else did see | | 28 | 131 |
| 858: | The Shoe-Tying. | Anthea bade me tie her shoe; | | 4 | 108 |
| 859: | The Shower Of Blossoms | Love in a shower of blossoms came | | | 627 |
| 860: | The Silken Snake. | For sport my Julia threw a lace | | 6 | 132 |
| 861: | The Smell Of The Sacrifice. | The gods require the thighs | | 6 | 103 |
| 862: | The Soul Is The Salt. | The body's salt the soul is; which when gone, | | 2 | 121 |
| 863: | The Soul. | When once the soul has lost her way, | | 4 | 125 |
| 864: | The Spell. | Holy water come and bring; | | 9 | 140 |
| 865: | The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid | From this bleeding hand of mine, | | | 334 |
| 866: | The Staff And Rod. | Two instruments belong unto our God: | | 4 | 123 |
| 867: | The Star-Song: A Carol To The King Sung At Whitehall. | Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue, | | 24 | 115 |
| 868: | The Succession Of The Four Sweet Months | First, April, she with mellow showers | | | 637 |
| 869: | The Sum And The Satisfaction. | Last night I drew up mine account, | | 15 | 124 |
| 870: | The Suspicion Upon His Over-Much Familiarity With A Gentlewoman. | And must we part, because some say | | 36 | 132 |
| 871: | The Tear Sent To Her From Staines. | Glide, gentle streams, and bear | | 36 | 113 |
| 872: | The Tinker's Song. | Along, come along, | | 18 | 134 |
| 873: | The Tithe. To The Bride. | If nine times you your bridegroom kiss, | | 6 | 95 |
| 874: | The Transfiguration | Immortal clothing I put on | | | 617 |
| 875: | The Ungentle Guest | One silent night of late, | | | 378 |
| 876: | The Vine | I dreamed this mortal part of mine | | | 679 |
| 877: | The Vine. | I dreamt this mortal part of mine | | 23 | 122 |
| 878: | The Virgin Mary. | To work a wonder, God would have her shown | | 2 | 105 |
| 879: | The Virgin Mary. | The Virgin Mary was, as I have read, | | 4 | 114 |
| 880: | The Vision To Electra. | I dreamed we both were in a bed | | 10 | 110 |
| 881: | The Vision. | Sitting alone, as one forsook, | | 22 | 130 |
| 882: | The Vision. | Methought I saw, as I did dream in bed, | | 16 | 108 |
| 883: | The Voice And Viol | Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing | | | 623 |
| 884: | The Wake | Come, Anthea, let us two | | | 632 |
| 885: | The Wassail | Give way, give way, ye gates, and win | | | 638 |
| 886: | The Watch | Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never | | | 636 |
| 887: | The Way. | When I a ship see on the seas, | | 8 | 143 |
| 888: | The Weeping Cherry. | I saw a cherry weep, and why? | | 8 | 117 |
| 889: | The Welcome To Sack. | So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles | | 92 | 130 |
| 890: | The White Island: Or Place Of The Blest | In this world, the Isle of Dreams, | | | 550 |
| 891: | The Widows' Tears; Or, Dirge Of Dorcas | Come pity us, all ye who see | | | 573 |
| 892: | The Will Makes The Work; Or, Consent Makes The Cure. | No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill | | 2 | 136 |
| 893: | The Will The Cause Of Woe. | When man is punish'd, he is plagued still, | | 2 | 118 |
| 894: | The Willow Garland. | A willow garland thou did'st send | | 12 | 141 |
| 895: | The Wounded Cupid | Cupid as he lay among | | | 548 |
| 896: | The Wounded Heart | Come, bring your sampler, and with art | | | 531 |
| 897: | Things Mortal Still Mutable | Things are uncertain; and the more we get, | | | 622 |
| 898: | Things Of Choice Long A-Coming. | We pray 'gainst war, yet we enjoy no peace; | | 2 | 138 |
| 899: | This Crosstree | Thus crosstree here | | 39 | 126 |
| 900: | This, And The Next World. | God hath this world for many made, 'tis true: | | 2 | 115 |
| 901: | Three Fatal Sisters. | Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin; | | 2 | 133 |
| 902: | Thy Flowers Change Colour | These fresh beauties, we can prove, | | | 521 |
| 903: | To A Bed Of Tulips. | Bright tulips, we do know | | 12 | 154 |
| 904: | To A Friend. | Look in my book, and herein see | | 4 | 126 |
| 905: | To A Gentlewoman On Just Dealing. | True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear; | | 4 | 113 |
| 906: | To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him His Gray Hair | Am I despised, because you say; | | | 337 |
| 907: | To A Maid. | You say, you love me! that I thus must prove: | | 2 | 121 |
| 908: | To All Young Men That Love. | I could wish you all who love, | | 14 | 113 |
| 909: | To Anthea | Anthea, I am going hence | | | 364 |
| 910: | To Anthea | Now is the time when all the lights wax dim; | | 10 | 142 |
| 911: | To Anthea Lying In Bed. | So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies | | 6 | 168 |
| 912: | To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything | Bid me to live, and I will live | | | 328 |
| 913: | To Anthea. | If, dear Anthea, my hard fate it be | | 10 | 121 |
| 914: | To Anthea. | Ah, my Anthea! Must my heart still break? | | 14 | 126 |
| 915: | To Anthea. | Come, Anthea, know thou this, | | 8 | 118 |
| 916: | To Anthea. | Let's call for Hymen, if agreed thou art; | | 16 | 118 |
| 917: | To Anthea. | Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring, | | 6 | 113 |
| 918: | To Apollo. | Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre, | | 4 | 116 |
| 919: | To Apollo. A Short Hymn. | Ph[oe]bus! when that I a verse | | 6 | 121 |
| 920: | To Bacchus, A Canticle. | Whither dost thou whorry me, | | 8 | 131 |
| 921: | To Bacchus: A Canticle | Whither dost thou hurry me, | | | 366 |
| 922: | To Be Merry | Let's now take our time, | | | 364 |
| 923: | To Bianca, To Bless Him. | Would I woo, and would I win? | | 12 | 115 |
| 924: | To Bianca. | Ah, Bianca! now I see | | 8 | 121 |
| 925: | To Blossoms | Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, | | | 354 |
| 926: | To Carnations: A Song | Stay while ye will, or go, | | | 332 |
| 927: | To Cedars. | If 'mongst my many poems I can see | | 4 | 119 |
| 928: | To Cherry-Blossoms. | Ye may simper, blush and smile, | | 6 | 127 |
| 929: | To Christ. | I crawl, I creep; my Christ, I come | | 8 | 133 |
| 930: | To Critics. | I'll write, because I'll give | | 4 | 121 |
| 931: | To Crown It. | My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd! | | 2 | 118 |
| 932: | To Cupid. | I have a leaden, thou a shaft of gold; | | 6 | 134 |
| 933: | To Daffodils | Fair Daffodils, we weep to see | | | 363 |
| 934: | To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon | Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night | | | 367 |
| 935: | To Dean Bourn, A Rude River In Devon, By Which Sometimes He Lived. | Dean Bourn, farewell; I never look to see | | 14 | 157 |
| 936: | To Death | Thou bidst me come away, | | | 378 |
| 937: | To Dews. A Song. | I burn, I burn; and beg of you | | 12 | 118 |
| 938: | To Dianeme | Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, | | | 387 |
| 939: | To Dianeme | I could but see thee yesterday | | 16 | 113 |
| 940: | To Dianeme | Give me one kiss, | | 8 | 160 |
| 941: | To Dianeme | Dear, though to part it be a hell, | | 18 | 122 |
| 942: | To Dianeme. | Show me thy feet; show me thy legs, thy thighs; | | 6 | 152 |
| 943: | To Dianeme. A Ceremony In Gloucester. | I'll to thee a simnel bring, | | 4 | 121 |
| 944: | To Doctor Alabaster. | Nor art thou less esteem'd that I have plac'd, | | 22 | 102 |
| 945: | To Electra | I dare not ask a kiss, | | | 356 |
| 946: | To Electra. | More white than whitest lilies far, | | 10 | 125 |
| 947: | To Electra. | I'll come to thee in all those shapes | | 12 | 116 |
| 948: | To Electra. | Tis evening, my sweet, | | 18 | 108 |
| 949: | To Electra. | Shall I go to Love and tell, | | 8 | 117 |
| 950: | To Electra. | Let not thy tombstone e'er be laid by me: | | 6 | 112 |
| 951: | To Electra. Love Looks For Love. | Love love begets, then never be | | 8 | 105 |
| 952: | To Enjoy The Time | While fates permit us, let's be merry; | | | 360 |
| 953: | To Find God. | Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find | | 16 | 107 |
| 954: | To Flowers. | In time of life I graced ye with my verse; | | 4 | 115 |
| 955: | To Fortune. | Tumble me down, and I will sit | | 8 | 106 |
| 956: | To God In Time Of Plundering. | Rapine has yet took nought from me; | | 6 | 122 |
| 957: | To God, His Gift. | As my little pot doth boil, | | 4 | 129 |
| 958: | To God. | Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be | | 4 | 126 |
| 959: | To God. | If anything delight me for to print | | 2 | 124 |
| 960: | To God. | God is all sufferance here; here He doth show | | 4 | 127 |
| 961: | To God. | God! to my little meal and oil | | 4 | 106 |
| 962: | To God. | God, who me gives a will for to repent, | | 4 | 122 |
| 963: | To God. | The work is done; now let my laurel be | | 4 | 124 |
| 964: | To God. | Do with me, God, as Thou didst deal with John, | | 8 | 110 |
| 965: | To God. | I'll come, I'll creep, though Thou dost threat, | | 9 | 119 |
| 966: | To God. | Make, make me Thine, my gracious God, | | 10 | 171 |
| 967: | To God. | God gives not only corn for need, | | 8 | 117 |
| 968: | To God. | With golden censers, and with incense, here | | 10 | 110 |
| 969: | To God. | Pardon me, God, once more I Thee entreat, | | 10 | 144 |
| 970: | To God. | Lord, I am like to mistletoe, | | 8 | 120 |
| 971: | To God. | God's undivided, One in Persons Three, | | 6 | 117 |
| 972: | To God. | Come to me, God; but do not come | | 16 | 113 |
| 973: | To God. | If I have played the truant, or have here | | 6 | 121 |
| 974: | To God: An Anthem Sung In The Chapel At Whitehall Before The King. | My God, I'm wounded by my sin, | | 12 | 114 |
| 975: | To God: His Good Will. | Gold I have none, but I present my need, | | 8 | 111 |
| 976: | To God: On His Sickness. | What though my harp and viol be | | 8 | 124 |
| 977: | To Groves | Ye silent shades, whose each tree here | | | 371 |
| 978: | To Heaven | Open thy gates | | | 336 |
| 979: | To His Angry God. | Through all the night | | 24 | 123 |
| 980: | To His Book | Make haste away, and let one be | | | 382 |
| 981: | To His Book (2) | Take mine advice, and go not near | | 4 | 109 |
| 982: | To His Book (3) | Be bold, my Book, nor be abash'd, or fear | | 4 | 114 |
| 983: | To His Book (4) | Go thou forth, my book, though late, | | 8 | 100 |
| 984: | To His Book (5) | If hap it must, that I must see thee lie | | 6 | 131 |
| 985: | To His Book. | While thou didst keep thy candour undefil'd, | | 8 | 122 |
| 986: | To His Book. | Come thou not near those men who are like bread | | 2 | 120 |
| 987: | To His Book. | Like to a bride, come forth, my book, at last, | | 6 | 117 |
| 988: | To His Book. | Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, | | 2 | 121 |
| 989: | To His Book. | Have I not blest thee? Then go forth, nor fear | | 18 | 120 |
| 990: | To His Book. | Before the press scarce one could see | | 10 | 113 |
| 991: | To His Book. | If hap it must, that I must see thee lie | | 6 | 117 |
| 992: | To His Book. (Another.) | To read my book the virgin shy | | 4 | 115 |
| 993: | To His Book. Another. | Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need, | | 4 | 114 |
| 994: | To His Brother, Nicholas Herrick. | What others have with cheapness seen and ease | | 18 | 111 |
| 995: | To His Brother-In-Law, Master John Wingfield. | For being comely, consonant, and free | | 10 | 116 |
| 996: | To His Closet-Gods. | When I go hence, ye Closet-Gods, I fear | | 14 | 128 |
| 997: | To His Conscience | Can I not sin, but thou wilt be | | | 372 |
| 998: | To His Dear God. | I'll hope no more | | 18 | 108 |
| 999: | To His Dear Valentine, Mistress Margaret Falconbridge. | Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set | | 6 | 116 |
| 1000: | To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick | Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight, | | 20 | 115 |
| 1001: | To His Ever-Loving God. | Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these | | 14 | 125 |
| 1002: | To His Faithful Friend, M. John Crofts, Cup-Bearer To The King. | For all thy many courtesies to me, | | 14 | 117 |
| 1003: | To His Friend To Avoid Contention Of Words. | Words beget anger; anger brings forth blows; | | 6 | 111 |
| 1004: | To His Friend, Mr. J. Jincks. | Love, love me now, because I place | | 6 | 113 |
| 1005: | To His Friend, On The Untunable Times. | Play I could once; but, gentle friend, you see | | 10 | 129 |
| 1006: | To His Girls | Wanton wenches do not bring | | | 418 |
| 1007: | To His Girls, Who Would Have Him Sportful. | Alas! I can't, for tell me, how | | 6 | 119 |
| 1008: | To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton | For brave comportment, wit without offence, | | | 386 |
| 1009: | To His Honoured Friend, M. John Weare, Councillor. | Did I or love, or could I others draw | | 30 | 137 |
| 1010: | To His Honoured Friend, Sir John Mince. | For civil, clean, and circumcised wit, | | 6 | 119 |
| 1011: | To His Honoured Friend, Sir Thomas Heale. | Stand by the magic of my powerful rhymes | | 6 | 111 |
| 1012: | To His Honoured Kinsman, Sir Richard Stone. | To this white temple of my heroes here, | | 10 | 113 |
| 1013: | To His Honoured Kinsman, Sir William Soame. Epig. | I can but name thee, and methinks I call | | 10 | 139 |
| 1014: | To His Household Gods. | Rise, household gods, and let us go; | | 8 | 121 |
| 1015: | To His Kinsman, M. Tho. Herrick, Who Desired To Be In His Book. | Welcome to this my college, and though late | | 4 | 112 |
| 1016: | To His Kinsman, Sir Thos. Soame. | Seeing thee, Soame, I see a goodly man, | | 8 | 115 |
| 1017: | To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick | When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay | | | 362 |
| 1018: | To His Kinswoman, Mrs. Penelope Wheeler. | Next is your lot, fair, to be number'd one, | | 4 | 132 |
| 1019: | To His Learned Friend, M. Jo. Harmar, Physician To The College Of Westminster. | When first I find those numbers thou dost write, | | 14 | 130 |
| 1020: | To His Lovely Mistresses | One night i'th' year, my dearest Beauties, come, | | | 384 |
| 1021: | To His Maid, Prew. | These summer-birds did with thy master stay | | 8 | 105 |
| 1022: | To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neither Toying Or Talking | You say I love not, 'cause I do not play | | | 339 |
| 1023: | To His Mistress. | Choose me your valentine, | | 12 | 127 |
| 1024: | To His Mistresses. | Help me! help me! now I call | | 14 | 117 |
| 1025: | To His Mistresses. | Put on your silks, and piece by piece | | 6 | 113 |
| 1026: | To His Muse | Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? | | | 385 |
| 1027: | To His Muse. | Were I to give thee baptism, I would choose | | 6 | 121 |
| 1028: | To His Muse. | Go woo young Charles no more to look | | 6 | 122 |
| 1029: | To His Muse; Another To The Same. | Tell that brave man, fain thou would'st have access | | 4 | 123 |
| 1030: | To His Nephew, To Be Prosperous In His Art Of Painting. | On, as thou hast begun, brave youth, and get | | 6 | 108 |
| 1031: | To His Paternal Country | O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be | | | 505 |
| 1032: | To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks | Since shed or cottage I have none, | | | 558 |
| 1033: | To His Peculiar Friend, Mr. Thomas Shapcott, Lawyer. | I've paid thee what I promis'd; that's not all; | | 9 | 129 |
| 1034: | To His Peculiar Friend, Sir Edward Fish, Knight Baronet. | Since, for thy full deserts, with all the rest | | 8 | 110 |
| 1035: | To His Saviour's Sepulchre: His Devotion. | Hail, holy and all-honour'd tomb, | | 25 | 155 |
| 1036: | To His Saviour, A Child; A Present, By A Child | Go, pretty child, and bear this flower | | | 523 |
| 1037: | To His Saviour. | Lord, I confess, that Thou alone art able | | 4 | 110 |
| 1038: | To His Saviour. The New-Year's Gift. | That little pretty bleeding part | | 8 | 117 |
| 1039: | To His Sister-In-Law, M. Susanna Herrick. | The person crowns the place; your lot doth fall | | 4 | 130 |
| 1040: | To His Sweet Saviour | Night hath no wings, to him that cannot sleep; | | | 551 |
| 1041: | To His Tomb-Maker. | Go I must; when I am gone, | | 6 | 122 |
| 1042: | To His Valentine On St. Valentine's Day. | Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say | | 4 | 105 |
| 1043: | To His Verse | What will ye, my poor orphans, do, | | | 537 |
| 1044: | To His Worthy Friend, M. Arthur Bartly. | When after many lusters thou shalt be | | 6 | 108 |
| 1045: | To His Worthy Friend, M. John Hall, Student Of Gray's Inn. | Tell me, young man, or did the Muses bring | | 14 | 122 |
| 1046: | To His Worthy Friend, M. Thos. Falconbirge. | Stand with thy graces forth, brave man, and rise | | 16 | 118 |
| 1047: | To His Worthy Kinsman, Mr. Stephen Soame. | Nor is my number full till I inscribe | | 10 | 120 |
| 1048: | To Jealousy. | O jealousy, that art | | 12 | 132 |
| 1049: | To Jos., Lord Bishop Of Exeter. | Whom should I fear to write to if I can | | 10 | 112 |
| 1050: | To Julia | How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art, | | | 526 |
| 1051: | To Julia (2) | Julia, when thy Herrick dies, | | | 527 |
| 1052: | To Julia In The Temple. | Besides us two, i' th' temple here's not one | | 6 | 116 |
| 1053: | To Julia, In Her Dawn, Or Daybreak. | By the next kindling of the day, | | 16 | 108 |
| 1054: | To Julia, The Flaminica Dialis Or Queen-Priest. | Thou know'st, my Julia, that it is thy turn | | 16 | 113 |
| 1055: | To Julia. | Permit me, Julia, now to go away; | | 6 | 119 |
| 1056: | To Julia. | The saints'-bell calls, and, Julia, I must read | | 8 | 104 |
| 1057: | To Julia. | I am zealless; prithee pray | | 4 | 116 |
| 1058: | To Julia. | Offer thy gift; but first the law commands | | 4 | 151 |
| 1059: | To Julia. | Holy waters hither bring | | 8 | 120 |
| 1060: | To Julia. | Help me, Julia, for to pray, | | 8 | 116 |
| 1061: | To Keep A True Lent. | Is this a fast, to keep | | 24 | 118 |
| 1062: | To Lar. | No more shall I, since I am driven hence, | | 10 | 105 |
| 1063: | To Laurels | A funeral stone | | | 599 |
| 1064: | To Live Freely | Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may; | | | 333 |
| 1065: | To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses | Now is the time for mirth, | | | 616 |
| 1066: | To Love. | I'm free from thee; and thou no more shalt hear | | 6 | 111 |
| 1067: | To M. Denham On His Prospective Poem. | Or look'd I back unto the times hence flown | | 18 | 122 |
| 1068: | To M. Henry Lawes, The Excellent Composer Of His Lyrics. | Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear | | 10 | 92 |
| 1069: | To M. Kellam. | What! can my Kellam drink his sack | | 8 | 107 |
| 1070: | To M. Laurence Swetnaham. | Read thou my lines, my Swetnaham; if there be | | 4 | 122 |
| 1071: | To M. Leonard Willan, His Peculiar Friend. | I will be short, and having quickly hurl'd | | 12 | 100 |
| 1072: | To Man Without Money | No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim, | | | 339 |
| 1073: | To Marigolds. | Give way, and be ye ravish'd by the sun, | | 4 | 189 |
| 1074: | To Meadows | Ye have been fresh and green, | | | 591 |
| 1075: | To Mistress Amy Potter. | Ay me! I love; give him your hand to kiss | | 10 | 115 |
| 1076: | To Mistress Dorothy Parsons. | If thou ask me, dear, wherefore | | 4 | 120 |
| 1077: | To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, The Lovely, That Crowned Him With Laurel | My Muse in meads has spent her many hours | | 10 | 102 |
| 1078: | To Mistress Mary Willand. | One more by thee, love, and desert have sent, | | 4 | 114 |
| 1079: | To Momus. | Who read'st this book that I have writ, | | 4 | 108 |
| 1080: | To Music | Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears | | | 612 |
| 1081: | To Music, To Becalm A Sweet Sick Youth | Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere, | | | 592 |
| 1082: | To Music, To Becalm His Fever | Charm me asleep, and melt me so | | | 661 |
| 1083: | To Music: A Song | Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell, | | | 602 |
| 1084: | To My Dearest Sister, M. Mercy Herrick. | Whene'er I go, or whatsoe'er befalls | | 10 | 104 |
| 1085: | To My Ill Reader. | Thou say'st my lines are hard, | | 4 | 115 |
| 1086: | To Myrrha, Hard-Hearted. | Fold now thine arms and hang the head, | | 14 | 121 |
| 1087: | To Oenone | What conscience, say, is it in thee, | | | 589 |
| 1088: | To Oenone. | What conscience, say, is it in thee, | | 12 | 112 |
| 1089: | To Oenone. | Sweet Oenone, do but say | | 4 | 108 |
| 1090: | To Oenone. | Thou say'st Love's dart | | 6 | 103 |
| 1091: | To Pansies | Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure | | | 597 |
| 1092: | To Perenna | When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy | | | 607 |
| 1093: | To Perenna, A Mistress. | Dear Perenna, prithee come | | 4 | 114 |
| 1094: | To Perenna. | How long, Perenna, wilt thou see | | 4 | 114 |
| 1095: | To Perenna. | I a dirge will pen to thee; | | 6 | 123 |
| 1096: | To Perenna. | Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be, | | 2 | 108 |
| 1097: | To Perilla | Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see | | | 649 |
| 1098: | To Phillis, To Love And Live With Him | Live, live with me, and thou shalt see | | | 605 |
| 1099: | To Primroses Filled With Morning Dew | Why do ye weep, sweet babes? can tears | | | 616 |
| 1100: | To Prince Charles Upon His Coming To Exeter. | What fate decreed, time now has made us see, | | 18 | 113 |
| 1101: | To Robin Red-Breast | Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be | | | 359 |
| 1102: | To Rosemary And Bays. | My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near | | 2 | 116 |
| 1103: | To Roses In Julia's Bosom. | Roses, you can never die, | | 4 | 115 |
| 1104: | To Sapho | Sapho, I will choose to go | | | 344 |
| 1105: | To Sappho. | Let us now take time and play, | | 6 | 122 |
| 1106: | To Sappho. | Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no; | | 4 | 110 |
| 1107: | To Silvia | Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess | | | 361 |
| 1108: | To Silvia To Wed | Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed; | | | 350 |
| 1109: | To Silvia. | No more, my Silvia, do I mean to pray | | 4 | 108 |
| 1110: | To Silvia. | I am holy while I stand | | 4 | 109 |
| 1111: | To Sir Clipsby Crew | Since to the country first I came, | | | 365 |
| 1112: | To Sir George Parry, Doctor Of The Civil Law. | I have my laurel chaplet on my head | | 12 | 116 |
| 1113: | To Sir John Berkley, Governor Of Exeter. | Stand forth, brave man, since fate has made thee here | | 20 | 100 |
| 1114: | To Springs And Fountains. | I heard ye could cool heat, and came | | 8 | 111 |
| 1115: | To Sycamores. | I'm sick of love, O let me lie | | 10 | 114 |
| 1116: | To The Detractor. | Where others love and praise my verses, still | | 8 | 119 |
| 1117: | To The Earl Of Westmoreland. | When my date's done, and my grey age must die, | | 4 | 111 |
| 1118: | To The Fever, Not To Trouble Julia. | Thou'st dar'd too far; but, fury, now forbear | | 14 | 108 |
| 1119: | To The Generous Reader. | See and not see, and if thou chance t'espy | | 6 | 116 |
| 1120: | To The Genius Of His House | Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence | | | 344 |
| 1121: | To The Handsome Mistress Grace Potter | As is your name, so is your comely face | | | 356 |
| 1122: | To The High And Noble Prince George, Duke, Marquis, And Earl Of Buckingham. | Never my book's perfection did appear | | 8 | 116 |
| 1123: | To The Honoured Master Endymion Porter. | When to thy porch I come and ravish'd see | | 4 | 115 |
| 1124: | To The King And Queen Upon Their Unhappy Distances. | Woe, woe to them, who, by a ball of strife, | | 10 | 114 |
| 1125: | To The King, To Cure The Evil. | To find that tree of life whose fruits did feed | | 16 | 117 |
| 1126: | To The King, Upon His Coming With His Army Into The West. | Welcome, most welcome to our vows and us, | | 12 | 124 |
| 1127: | To The King, Upon His Taking Of Leicester. | This day is yours, great Charles! and in this war | | 6 | 102 |
| 1128: | To The King, Upon His Welcome To Hampton Court. Set And Sung. | Welcome, great Cæsar, welcome now you are | | 20 | 107 |
| 1129: | To The King. | If when these lyrics, Cæsar, you shall hear, | | 6 | 114 |
| 1130: | To The King. | Give way, give way! now, now my Charles shines here | | 12 | 113 |
| 1131: | To The Ladies. | Trust me, ladies, I will do | | 4 | 124 |
| 1132: | To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child | Why, Madam, will ye longer weep, | | | 324 |
| 1133: | To The Lady Mary Villars, Governess To The Princess Henrietta. | When I of Villars do but hear the name, | | 12 | 106 |
| 1134: | To The Lark. | Good speed, for I this day | | 16 | 128 |
| 1135: | To The Little Spinners. | Ye pretty housewives, would ye know | | 15 | 136 |
| 1136: | To The Lord Hopton, On His Fight In Cornwall. | Go on, brave Hopton, to effectuate that | | 4 | 99 |
| 1137: | To The Maids, To Walk Abroad | Come, sit we under yonder tree, | | | 369 |
| 1138: | To The Most Accomplished Gentleman, M. Michael Oulsworth. | Nor think that thou in this my book art worst, | | 8 | 106 |
| 1139: | To The Most Accomplished Gentleman, Master Edward Norgate, Clerk Of The Signet To His Majesty. Epig. | For one so rarely tun'd to fit all parts, | | 6 | 108 |
| 1140: | To The Most Comely And Proper M. Elizabeth Finch. | Handsome you are, and proper you will be | | 6 | 114 |
| 1141: | To The Most Fair And Lovely Mistress Anne Soame, Now Lady Abdie. | So smell those odours that do rise | | 28 | 100 |
| 1142: | To The Most Illustrious And Most Hopeful Prince. Charles, Prince Of Wales. | Well may my book come forth like public day | | 10 | 102 |
| 1143: | To The Most Learned, Wise, And Arch-Antiquary, M. John Selden. | I, who have favour'd many, come to be | | 12 | 107 |
| 1144: | To The Most Virtuous Mistress Pot, Who Many Times Entertained Him. | When I through all my many poems look, | | 10 | 115 |
| 1145: | To The Nightingale And Robin Redbreast. | When I departed am, ring thou my knell, | | 4 | 105 |
| 1146: | To The Painter, To Draw Him A Picture. | Come, skilful Lupo, now, and take | | 14 | 155 |
| 1147: | To The Passenger. | If I lie unburied, sir, | | 8 | 114 |
| 1148: | To The Patron Of Poets, M. End. Porter. | Let there be patrons, patrons like to thee, | | 10 | 122 |
| 1149: | To The Queen. | Goddess of youth, and lady of the spring, | | 10 | 96 |
| 1150: | To The Reverend Shade Of His Religious Father. | That for seven lusters I did never come | | 16 | 103 |
| 1151: | To The Right Gracious Prince, Lodowick, Duke Of Richmond And Lennox. | Of all those three brave brothers fall'n i' th' war | | 16 | 106 |
| 1152: | To The Right Honourable Edward, Earl Of Dorset. | If I dare write to you, my lord, who are | | 16 | 114 |
| 1153: | To The Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl Of Westmoreland. | You are a lord, an earl, nay more, a man | | 14 | 107 |
| 1154: | To The Right Honourable Philip, Earl Of Pembroke And Montgomery. | How dull and dead are books that cannot show | | 16 | 112 |
| 1155: | To The Rose: A Song | Go, happy Rose, and interwove | | | 393 |
| 1156: | To The Sour Reader. | If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first, | | 6 | 110 |
| 1157: | To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time | Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, | | | 363 |
| 1158: | To The Water-nymphs Drinking At The Fountain | Reach with your whiter hands to me | | | 345 |
| 1159: | To The Western Wind. | Sweet western wind, whose luck it is, | | 8 | 104 |
| 1160: | To The Willow Tree | Thou art to all lost love the best, | | | 365 |
| 1161: | To The Yew And Cypress To Grace His Funeral. | Both you two have | | 12 | 96 |
| 1162: | To Violets | Welcome, maids of honour, | | | 331 |
| 1163: | To Virgins. | Hear, ye virgins, and I'll teach | | 14 | 106 |
| 1164: | To Vulcan. | Thy sooty godhead I desire | | 4 | 105 |
| 1165: | To Women, To Hide Their Teeth If They Be Rotten Or Rusty. | Close keep your lips, if that you mean | | 4 | 96 |
| 1166: | To Youth | Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; | | | 351 |
| 1167: | Treason. | The seeds of treason choke up as they spring: | | 2 | 94 |
| 1168: | True Friendship. | Wilt thou my true friend be? | | 2 | 98 |
| 1169: | True Safety. | Tis not the walls or purple that defends | | 2 | 80 |
| 1170: | Truth And Error | Twixt truth and error, there's this difference known | | | 564 |
| 1171: | Truth And Falsehood | Truth by her own simplicity is known, | | | 529 |
| 1172: | Truth And Falsehood. | Truth by her own simplicity is known, | | 2 | 86 |
| 1173: | Truth. | Truth is best found out by the time and eyes; | | 2 | 88 |
| 1174: | Twelfth Night: Or, King And Queen. | Now, now the mirth comes | | 30 | 96 |
| 1175: | Twilight. | Twilight no other thing is, poets say, | | 2 | 107 |
| 1176: | Twilight. | The twilight is no other thing, we say, | | 2 | 96 |
| 1177: | Two Things Odious. | Two of a thousand things are disallow'd: | | 2 | 98 |
| 1178: | Ultimus Heroum: Or, To The Most Learned, And To The Right Honourable, Henry, Marquis Of Dorchester. | And as time past when Cato the severe | | 6 | 134 |
| 1179: | Up Scoble | Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries | | | 377 |
| 1180: | Up Tails All. | Begin with a kiss, | | 12 | 122 |
| 1181: | Upon A Black Twist Rounding The Arm Of The Countess Of Carlisle. | I saw about her spotless wrist, | | 12 | 115 |
| 1182: | Upon A Blear-Ey'd Woman. | Wither'd with years, and bed-rid Mumma lies; | | 2 | 93 |
| 1183: | Upon A Cheap Laundress. Epig. | Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie | | 6 | 88 |
| 1184: | Upon A Child | Here a pretty baby lies | | | 359 |
| 1185: | Upon A Child That Died | Here she lies, a pretty bud, | | | 378 |
| 1186: | Upon A Child. An Epitaph. | But born, and like a short delight, | | 8 | 112 |
| 1187: | Upon A Comely And Curious Maid. | If men can say that beauty dies, | | 6 | 107 |
| 1188: | Upon A Crooked Maid. | Crooked you are, but that dislikes not me: | | 2 | 103 |
| 1189: | Upon A Delaying Lady | Come, come away | | | 306 |
| 1190: | Upon A Fly. | A golden fly one show'd to me, | | 18 | 113 |
| 1191: | Upon A Free Maid, With A Foul Breath. | You say you'll kiss me, and I thank you for it; | | 2 | 109 |
| 1192: | Upon A Gentlewoman With A Sweet Voice. | So long you did not sing or touch your lute, | | 4 | 103 |
| 1193: | Upon A Hoarse Singer. | Sing me to death; for till thy voice be clear, | | 2 | 93 |
| 1194: | Upon A Lady Fair But Fruitless. | Twice has Pudica been a bride, and led | | 6 | 105 |
| 1195: | Upon A Lady That Died In Child-Bed, And Left A Daughter Behind Her. | As gilliflowers do but stay | | 11 | 119 |
| 1196: | Upon A Maid | Here she lies, in bed of spice, | | | 341 |
| 1197: | Upon A Maid That Died The Day She Was Married. | That morn which saw me made a bride, | | 8 | 106 |
| 1198: | Upon A Maid. | Hence a blessed soul is fled, | | 4 | 96 |
| 1199: | Upon A Maid. | Gone she is a long, long way, | | 5 | 101 |
| 1200: | Upon A Painted Gentlewoman | Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true; | | | 512 |
| 1201: | Upon A Physician. | Thou cam'st to cure me, doctor, of my cold, | | 4 | 109 |
| 1202: | Upon A Scar In A Virgin's Face. | Tis heresy in others: in your face | | 2 | 100 |
| 1203: | Upon A Sour-Breath Lady. Epig. | Fie, quoth my lady, what a stink is here? | | 2 | 109 |
| 1204: | Upon A Virgin Kissing A Rose. | Twas but a single rose, | | 4 | 110 |
| 1205: | Upon A Virgin. | Spend, harmless shade, thy nightly hours | | 8 | 105 |
| 1206: | Upon A Wife That Died Mad With Jealousy. | In this little vault she lies, | | 6 | 106 |
| 1207: | Upon A Young Mother Of Many Children. | Let all chaste matrons, when they chance to see | | 4 | 99 |
| 1208: | Upon Adam Peapes. Epig. | Peapes he does strut, and pick his teeth, as if | | 4 | 94 |
| 1209: | Upon An Old Man: A Residentiary. | Tread, sirs, as lightly as ye can | | 10 | 107 |
| 1210: | Upon An Old Woman. | Old Widow Prouse, to do her neighbours evil, | | 4 | 101 |
| 1211: | Upon Batt. | Batt he gets children, not for love to rear 'em; | | 2 | 126 |
| 1212: | Upon Ben Jonson. | Here lies Jonson with the rest | | 6 | 108 |
| 1213: | Upon Bice. | Bice laughs, when no man speaks; and doth protest. | | 2 | 111 |
| 1214: | Upon Blanch. | Blanch swears her husband's lovely; when a scald | | 4 | 108 |
| 1215: | Upon Blanch. Epig. | I have seen many maidens to have hair, | | 4 | 98 |
| 1216: | Upon Blinks. Epig. | Tom Blinks his nose is full of weals, and these | | 4 | 104 |
| 1217: | Upon Blisse. | Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee; | | 2 | 95 |
| 1218: | Upon Boreman. Epig. | Boreman takes toll, cheats, natters, lies; yet Boreman, | | 2 | 98 |
| 1219: | Upon Bran. Epig. | What made that mirth last night? the neighbours say, | | 4 | 111 |
| 1220: | Upon Bridget. Epig. | Of four teeth only Bridget was possest; | | 2 | 113 |
| 1221: | Upon Brock. Epig. | To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado, | | 4 | 102 |
| 1222: | Upon Buggins. | Buggins is drunk all night, all day he sleeps; | | 2 | 114 |
| 1223: | Upon Bunce. Epig. | Money thou ow'st me; prethee fix a day | | 4 | 108 |
| 1224: | Upon Bungy. | Bungy does fast; looks pale; puts sackcloth on; | | 6 | 125 |
| 1225: | Upon Burr. | Burr is a smell-feast, and a man alone, | | 2 | 93 |
| 1226: | Upon Candlemas Day. | End now the white loaf and the pie, | | 2 | 91 |
| 1227: | Upon Case. | Case is a lawyer, that ne'er pleads alone, | | 8 | 101 |
| 1228: | Upon Center, A Spectacle-Maker With A Flat Nose. | Center is known weak-sighted, and he sells | | 4 | 96 |
| 1229: | Upon Chub. | When Chub brings in his harvest, still he cries, | | 4 | 94 |
| 1230: | Upon Clunn. | A roll of parchment Clunn about him bears, | | 8 | 109 |
| 1231: | Upon Cob. Epig. | Cob clouts his shoes, and, as the story tells, | | 2 | 140 |
| 1232: | Upon Cock. | Cock calls his wife his Hen: when Cock goes to't, | | 2 | 96 |
| 1233: | Upon Comely, A Good Speaker But An Ill Singer. Epig. | Comely acts well; and when he speaks his part, | | 4 | 87 |
| 1234: | Upon Coone. Epig. | What is the reason Coone so dully smells? | | 2 | 96 |
| 1235: | Upon Crab. Epig. | Crab faces gowns with sundry furs; 'tis known | | 2 | 92 |
| 1236: | Upon Craw. | Craw cracks in sirrop; and does stinking say, | | 2 | 110 |
| 1237: | Upon Croot. | One silver spoon shines in the house of Croot; | | 2 | 96 |
| 1238: | Upon Cuffe. Epig. | Cuffe comes to church much: but he keeps his bed | | 4 | 90 |
| 1239: | Upon Cupid | Love, like a Gypsy, lately came, | | | 361 |
| 1240: | Upon Cupid. | Old wives have often told how they | | 10 | 115 |
| 1241: | Upon Cupid. | As lately I a garland bound, | | 6 | 114 |
| 1242: | Upon Cupid. | Love, like a beggar, came to me | | 16 | 102 |
| 1243: | Upon Cuts. | If wounds in clothes Cuts calls his rags, 'tis clear | | 2 | 94 |
| 1244: | Upon Deb. | If felt and heard, unseen, thou dost me please; | | 2 | 100 |
| 1245: | Upon Doll. | No question but Doll's cheeks would soon roast dry, | | 2 | 107 |
| 1246: | Upon Doll. Epig. | Doll, she so soon began the wanton trade, | | 2 | 89 |
| 1247: | Upon Dundrige. | Dundrige his issue hath; but is not styl'd, | | 2 | 97 |
| 1248: | Upon Eeles. Epig. | Eeles winds and turns, and cheats and steals; yet Eeles | | 2 | 92 |
| 1249: | Upon Electra's Tears. | Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers | | 2 | 102 |
| 1250: | Upon Electra. | When out of bed my love doth spring, | | 4 | 95 |
| 1251: | Upon Faunus. | We read how Faunus, he the shepherds' god, | | 4 | 105 |
| 1252: | Upon Flimsey. Epig. | Why walks Nick Flimsey like a malcontent! | | 4 | 101 |
| 1253: | Upon Flood Or A Thankful Man. | Flood, if he has for him and his a bit, | | 6 | 113 |
| 1254: | Upon Fone A Schoolmaster. Epig. | Fone says, those mighty whiskers he does wear | | 4 | 100 |
| 1255: | Upon Franck. | Franck ne'er wore silk she swears; but I reply, | | 2 | 95 |
| 1256: | Upon Franck. | Franck would go scour her teeth; and setting to 't | | 2 | 99 |
| 1257: | Upon Gander. Epig. | Since Gander did his pretty youngling wed, | | 4 | 110 |
| 1258: | Upon Glasco. Epig. | Glasco had none, but now some teeth has got; | | 6 | 99 |
| 1259: | Upon Glass. Epig. | Glass, out of deep, and out of desp'rate want, | | 6 | 94 |
| 1260: | Upon God. | God is not only said to be | | 2 | 100 |
| 1261: | Upon God. | God is all fore-part; for, we never see | | 2 | 101 |
| 1262: | Upon God. | God, when He takes my goods and chattels hence, | | 4 | 109 |
| 1263: | Upon Gorgonius. | Unto Pastillus rank Gorgonius came | | 4 | 93 |
| 1264: | Upon Greedy. Epig. | An old, old widow Greedy needs would wed, | | 6 | 106 |
| 1265: | Upon Groynes. Epig. | Groynes, for his fleshly burglary of late, | | 4 | 105 |
| 1266: | Upon Grubs. | Grubs loves his wife and children, while that they | | 6 | 139 |
| 1267: | Upon Grudgings. | Grudgings turns bread to stones, when to the poor | | 2 | 92 |
| 1268: | Upon Gryll. | Gryll eats, but ne'er says grace; to speak the truth, | | 4 | 96 |
| 1269: | Upon Gubbs. Epig. | Gubbs calls his children kitlings: and would bound, | | 2 | 100 |
| 1270: | Upon Guess. Epig. | Guess cuts his shoes, and limping, goes about | | 4 | 102 |
| 1271: | Upon Gut. | Science puffs up, says Gut, when either pease | | 2 | 97 |
| 1272: | Upon Her Alms. | See how the poor do waiting stand | | 4 | 92 |
| 1273: | Upon Her Blush. | When Julia blushes she does show | | 2 | 91 |
| 1274: | Upon Her Eyes | Clear are her eyes, | | | 331 |
| 1275: | Upon Her Feet | Her pretty feet | | | 325 |
| 1276: | Upon Her Voice. | Let but thy voice engender with the string, | | 2 | 114 |
| 1277: | Upon Her Weeping. | She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so, | | 2 | 93 |
| 1278: | Upon Himself | Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines | | 6 | 127 |
| 1279: | Upon Himself Being Buried. | Let me sleep this night away, | | 4 | 106 |
| 1280: | Upon Himself. | Mop-eyed I am, as some have said, | | 6 | 105 |
| 1281: | Upon Himself. | I am sieve-like, and can hold | | 12 | 105 |
| 1282: | Upon Himself. | I dislik'd but even now; | | 6 | 96 |
| 1283: | Upon Himself. | Come, leave this loathed country life, and then | | 10 | 100 |
| 1284: | Upon Himself. | I could never love indeed; | | 20 | 93 |
| 1285: | Upon Himself. | Thou'rt hence removing (like a shepherd's tent), | | 4 | 95 |
| 1286: | Upon Himself. | I lately fri'd, but now behold | | 8 | 113 |
| 1287: | Upon His Departure Hence. | Thus I | | 15 | 108 |
| 1288: | Upon His Eyesight Failing Him. | I begin to wane in sight; | | 4 | 98 |
| 1289: | Upon His Gray Hairs | Fly me not, though I be gray, | | 9 | 117 |
| 1290: | Upon His Julia. | Will ye hear what I can say | | 10 | 105 |
| 1291: | Upon His Kinswoman, Mistress Bridget Herrick. | Sweet Bridget blush'd, and therewithal | | 6 | 117 |
| 1292: | Upon His Kinswoman, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick. | Sweet virgin, that I do not set | | 14 | 92 |
| 1293: | Upon His Kinswoman, Mrs. M. S. | Here lies a virgin, and as sweet | | 10 | 87 |
| 1294: | Upon His Sister-In-Law, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick | First, for effusions due unto the dead, | | | 319 |
| 1295: | Upon His Spaniel Tracy. | Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see, | | 4 | 102 |
| 1296: | Upon His Verses. | What offspring other men have got, | | 6 | 103 |
| 1297: | Upon Hog. | Hog has a place i' the' kitchen, and his share, | | 2 | 109 |
| 1298: | Upon Huncks. Epig. | Huncks has no money, he does swear or say, | | 4 | 90 |
| 1299: | Upon Irene. | Angry if Irene be | | 5 | 117 |
| 1300: | Upon Jack And Jill. Epig. | When Jill complains to Jack for want of meat, | | 8 | 124 |
| 1301: | Upon Jolly And Jilly. Epig. | Jolly and Jilly bite and scratch all day, | | 4 | 101 |
| 1302: | Upon Jolly's Wife. | First, Jolly's wife is lame; then next loose-hipp'd: | | 2 | 99 |
| 1303: | Upon Jone And Jane. | Jone is a wench that's painted; | | 10 | 91 |
| 1304: | Upon Judith. Epig. | Judith has cast her old skin and got new, | | 4 | 104 |
| 1305: | Upon Julia Washing Herself In The River. | How fierce was I, when I did see | | 10 | 103 |
| 1306: | Upon Julia's Breasts. | Display thy breasts, my Julia - there let me | | 4 | 125 |
| 1307: | Upon Julia's Clothes | Whenas in silks my Julia goes, | | | 325 |
| 1308: | Upon Julia's Fall. | Julia was careless, and withal | | 10 | 102 |
| 1309: | Upon Julia's Hair Bundled Up In A Golden Net. | Tell me, what needs those rich deceits, | | 10 | 116 |
| 1310: | Upon Julia's Hair Filled With Dew | Dew sate on Julia's hair, | | | 304 |
| 1311: | Upon Julia's Recovery | Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, | | | 340 |
| 1312: | Upon Julia's Riband. | As shows the air when with a rainbow grac'd, | | 4 | 102 |
| 1313: | Upon Julia's Ribbon | As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced, | | | 414 |
| 1314: | Upon Julia's Sweat. | Would ye oil of blossoms get? | | 6 | 96 |
| 1315: | Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself | Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come | | | 339 |
| 1316: | Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself. | Tell if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come | | 10 | 116 |
| 1317: | Upon Julia's Voice | When I thy singing next shall hear, | | | 421 |
| 1318: | Upon Julia's Voice. | So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, | | 4 | 104 |
| 1319: | Upon Kings. | Kings must be dauntless; subjects will contemn | | 2 | 89 |
| 1320: | Upon Leech. | Leech boasts, he has a pill, that can alone | | 6 | 105 |
| 1321: | Upon Letcher. Epig. | Letcher was carted first about the streets, | | 4 | 96 |
| 1322: | Upon Linnet. Epig. | Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know; | | 2 | 103 |
| 1323: | Upon Loach. | Seal'd up with night-gum, Loach each morning lies, | | 4 | 112 |
| 1324: | Upon Love | Love scorched my finger, but did spare | | | 331 |
| 1325: | Upon Love | I held Love's head while it did ache; | | 8 | 91 |
| 1326: | Upon Love (2) | A crystal vial Cupid brought, | | | 340 |
| 1327: | Upon Love. | Love's a thing, as I do hear, | | 12 | 101 |
| 1328: | Upon Love. | Love, I have broke | | 12 | 112 |
| 1329: | Upon Love. | I played with Love, as with the fire | | 8 | 105 |
| 1330: | Upon Love. | In a dream, Love bade me go | | 12 | 100 |
| 1331: | Upon Love. | Love is a circle, and an endless sphere; | | 2 | 103 |
| 1332: | Upon Love. | Some salve to every sore we may apply; | | 4 | 98 |
| 1333: | Upon Love. | Love brought me to a silent grove | | 16 | 99 |
| 1334: | Upon Love: By Way Of Question And Answer | I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do? | | | 304 |
| 1335: | Upon Love: By Way Of Question And Answer | I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do? | | 16 | 107 |
| 1336: | Upon Lucia Dabbled In The Dew. | My Lucia in the dew did go, | | 8 | 144 |
| 1337: | Upon Lucia. | I ask'd my Lucia but a kiss, | | 4 | 110 |
| 1338: | Upon Lucy. Epig. | Sound teeth has Lucy, pure as pearl, and small, | | 2 | 98 |
| 1339: | Upon Luggs. Epig. | Luggs, by the condemnation of the Bench, | | 4 | 94 |
| 1340: | Upon Lulls. | Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose | | 2 | 101 |
| 1341: | Upon Lungs. Epig. | Lungs, as some say, ne'er sets him down to eat | | 2 | 99 |
| 1342: | Upon Lupes. | Lupes for the outside of his suit has paid; | | 4 | 104 |
| 1343: | Upon Lusk. | In Den'shire Kersey Lusk, when he was dead, | | 4 | 107 |
| 1344: | Upon M. Ben. Jonson. Epig. | After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died, | | 20 | 107 |
| 1345: | Upon M. William Lawes, The Rare Musician. | Should I not put on blacks, when each one here | | 10 | 107 |
| 1346: | Upon Madam Ursly. Epig. | For ropes of pearl, first Madam Ursly shows | | 6 | 89 |
| 1347: | Upon Maggot, A Frequenter Of Ordinaries. | Maggot frequents those houses of good-cheer, | | 6 | 122 |
| 1348: | Upon Man | Man is composed here of a twofold part; | | | 326 |
| 1349: | Upon Master Fletcher's Incomparable Plays. | Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room, | | 18 | 122 |
| 1350: | Upon Mease. Epig. | Mease brags of pullets which he eats: but Mease | | 2 | 88 |
| 1351: | Upon Meg. | Meg yesterday was troubled with a pose, | | 2 | 101 |
| 1352: | Upon Mistress Susanna Southwell, Her Cheeks. | Rare are thy cheeks, Susanna, which do show | | 2 | 137 |
| 1353: | Upon Moon. | Moon is a usurer, whose gain, | | 4 | 99 |
| 1354: | Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis | Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's | | | 334 |
| 1355: | Upon Much-More. Epig. | Much-more provides and hoards up like an ant, | | 4 | 94 |
| 1356: | Upon Mudge. | Mudge every morning to the postern comes, | | 2 | 105 |
| 1357: | Upon Nis. | Nis he makes verses; but the lines he writes | | 2 | 106 |
| 1358: | Upon Nodes. | Wherever Nodes does in the summer come, | | 4 | 97 |
| 1359: | Upon One Lily, Who Married With A Maid Called Rose. | What times of sweetness this fair day foreshows, | | 4 | 107 |
| 1360: | Upon One Who Said She Was Always Young. | You say you're young; but when your teeth are told | | 2 | 90 |
| 1361: | Upon One-Ey'd Broomsted. Epig. | Broomsted a lameness got by cold and beer: | | 4 | 108 |
| 1362: | Upon Pagget. | Pagget, a schoolboy, got a sword, and then | | 6 | 103 |
| 1363: | Upon Parrat. | Parrat protests 'tis he, and only he | | 4 | 104 |
| 1364: | Upon Parson Beanes | Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week, | | | 320 |
| 1365: | Upon Parson Beanes. | Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week, | | 4 | 95 |
| 1366: | Upon Parting. | Go hence away, and in thy parting know | | 12 | 104 |
| 1367: | Upon Paske, A Draper. | Paske, though his debt be due upon the day | | 4 | 88 |
| 1368: | Upon Patrick, A Footman. Epig. | Now Patrick with his footmanship has done, | | 2 | 93 |
| 1369: | Upon Paul. Epig. | Paul's hands do give; what give they, bread or meat, | | 4 | 110 |
| 1370: | Upon Pearch. Epig. | Thou writes in prose how sweet all virgins be; | | 2 | 98 |
| 1371: | Upon Peason. Epig. | Long locks of late our zealot Peason wears, | | 4 | 101 |
| 1372: | Upon Penny. | Brown bread Tom Penny eats, and must of right, | | 2 | 122 |
| 1373: | Upon Pievish. Epig. | Pievish doth boast that he's the very first | | 2 | 120 |
| 1374: | Upon Pimp. | When Pimp's feet sweat, as they do often use, | | 2 | 99 |
| 1375: | Upon Pink, An Ill-Fac'd Painter. Epig. | To paint the fiend, Pink would the devil see; | | 4 | 106 |
| 1376: | Upon Prew His Maid | In this little Urne is laid | | | 314 |
| 1377: | Upon Prickles. Epig. | Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting | | 4 | 110 |
| 1378: | Upon Prig. | Prig now drinks water, who before drank beer; | | 4 | 95 |
| 1379: | Upon Prigg. | Prigg, when he comes to houses, oft doth use, | | 4 | 100 |
| 1380: | Upon Prudence Baldwin: Her Sickness. | Prue, my dearest maid, is sick, | | 6 | 120 |
| 1381: | Upon Punchin. Epig. | Give me a reason why men call | | 4 | 87 |
| 1382: | Upon Puss And Her 'Prentice. Epig. | Puss and her 'prentice both at drawgloves play; | | 4 | 91 |
| 1383: | Upon Ralph. | Ralph pares his nails, his warts, his corns, and Ralph | | 4 | 121 |
| 1384: | Upon Ralph. Epig. | Curse not the mice, no grist of thine they eat; | | 2 | 115 |
| 1385: | Upon Rasp. Epig. | Rasp plays at nine-holes; and 'tis known he gets | | 4 | 98 |
| 1386: | Upon Reape. | Reape's eyes so raw are that, it seems, the flies | | 4 | 100 |
| 1387: | Upon Rook. Epig. | Rook he sells feathers, yet he still doth cry | | 4 | 109 |
| 1388: | Upon Roots. Epig. | Roots had no money; yet he went o' the score, | | 4 | 95 |
| 1389: | Upon Roses | Under a lawn, than skies more clear, | | | 319 |
| 1390: | Upon Rump. | Rump is a turn-broach, yet he seldom can | | 2 | 100 |
| 1391: | Upon Rush. | Rush saves his shoes in wet and snowy weather; | | 4 | 104 |
| 1392: | Upon Sappho Sweetly Playing And Sweetly Singing. | When thou dost play and sweetly sing | | 6 | 94 |
| 1393: | Upon Sappho. | Look upon Sappho's lip, and you will swear | | 2 | 102 |
| 1394: | Upon Scobble. Epig. | Scobble for whoredom whips his wife; and cries | | 4 | 118 |
| 1395: | Upon Shark. Epig. | Shark, when he goes to any public feast, | | 6 | 100 |
| 1396: | Upon Shewbread. Epig. | Last night thou didst invite me home to eat; | | 4 | 93 |
| 1397: | Upon Shift. | Shift now has cast his clothes: got all things new; | | 2 | 91 |
| 1398: | Upon Shopter. | Old Widow Shopter, whensoe'er she cries, | | 2 | 103 |
| 1399: | Upon Sibb. Epig. | Sibb, when she saw her face how hard it was, | | 4 | 87 |
| 1400: | Upon Sibilla. | With paste of almonds, Syb her hands doth scour; | | 4 | 109 |
| 1401: | Upon Silvia, A Mistress. | When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was, | | 6 | 104 |
| 1402: | Upon Skinns. Epig. | Skinns, he dined well to-day: how do you think? | | 2 | 84 |
| 1403: | Upon Skoles. Epig. | Skoles stinks so deadly, that his breeches loath | | 4 | 94 |
| 1404: | Upon Skrew. Epig. | Skrew lives by shifts; yet swears by no small oaths | | 2 | 86 |
| 1405: | Upon Skurf. | Skurf by his nine-bones swears, and well he may: | | 2 | 92 |
| 1406: | Upon Slouch. | Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs, | | 4 | 93 |
| 1407: | Upon Smeaton. | How could Luke Smeaton wear a shoe, or boot, | | 2 | 98 |
| 1408: | Upon Snare, An Usurer. | Snare, ten i' th' hundred calls his wife; and why? | | 4 | 97 |
| 1409: | Upon Sneape. Epig. | Sneape has a face so brittle, that it breaks | | 2 | 111 |
| 1410: | Upon Some Women. | Thou who wilt not love, do this, | | 12 | 108 |
| 1411: | Upon Spalt. | Of pushes Spalt has such a knotty race, | | 2 | 100 |
| 1412: | Upon Spenke. | Spenke has a strong breath, yet short prayers saith; | | 2 | 96 |
| 1413: | Upon Spokes. | Spokes, when he sees a roasted pig, he swears | | 4 | 101 |
| 1414: | Upon Spunge. Epig. | Spunge makes his boasts that he's the only man | | 4 | 94 |
| 1415: | Upon Spur. | Spur jingles now, and swears by no mean oaths, | | 6 | 95 |
| 1416: | Upon Strut. | Strut, once a foreman of a shop we knew; | | 4 | 94 |
| 1417: | Upon Sudds, A Laundress. | Sudds launders bands in piss, and starches them | | 2 | 97 |
| 1418: | Upon Tap. | Tap, better known than trusted, as we hear, | | 4 | 95 |
| 1419: | Upon Teage. | Teage has told lies so long that when Teage tells | | 2 | 104 |
| 1420: | Upon Tears | Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine, | | | 540 |
| 1421: | Upon The Bishop Of Lincoln's Imprisonment. | Never was day so over-sick with showers | | 22 | 96 |
| 1422: | Upon The Death Of His Sparrow. An Elegy. | Why do not all fresh maids appear | | 21 | 105 |
| 1423: | Upon The Detracter | I ask'd thee oft what poets thou hast read, | | | 334 |
| 1424: | Upon The Lady Crew. | This stone can tell the story of my life, | | 6 | 98 |
| 1425: | Upon The Loss Of His Finger. | One of the five straight branches of my hand | | 4 | 93 |
| 1426: | Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses | I have lost, and lately, these | | | 329 |
| 1427: | Upon The Much-Lamented Mr. J. Warr. | What wisdom, learning, wit or worth | | 8 | 152 |
| 1428: | Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast | Have ye beheld (with much delight) | | | 364 |
| 1429: | Upon The Roses In Julia's Bosom. | Thrice happy roses, so much grac'd to have | | 4 | 105 |
| 1430: | Upon The Same. (To The Detractor.) | I ask'd thee oft what poets thou hast read, | | 4 | 96 |
| 1431: | Upon The Troublesome Times. | O times most bad, | | 16 | 105 |
| 1432: | Upon Time | Time was upon | | | 539 |
| 1433: | Upon Tooly. | The eggs of pheasants wry-nosed Tooly sells, | | 6 | 107 |
| 1434: | Upon Trap. | Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is: | | 4 | 92 |
| 1435: | Upon Trencherman. | Tom shifts the trenchers; yet he never can | | 4 | 93 |
| 1436: | Upon Trigg. Epig. | Trigg having turn'd his suit, he struts in state, | | 2 | 107 |
| 1437: | Upon Truggin. | Truggin a footman was; but now, grown lame, | | 2 | 95 |
| 1438: | Upon Tubbs. | For thirty years Tubbs has been proud and poor; | | 2 | 95 |
| 1439: | Upon Tuck. Epig. | At post and pair, or slam, Tom Tuck would play | | | 113 |
| 1440: | Upon Umber. | Umber was painting of a lion fierce, | | 4 | 97 |
| 1441: | Upon Urles. | Urles had the gout so, that he could not stand; | | 4 | 86 |
| 1442: | Upon Ursley. | Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace | | 4 | 96 |
| 1443: | Upon Vinegar. | Vinegar is no other, I define, | | 2 | 95 |
| 1444: | Upon Woman And Mary. | So long, it seem'd, as Mary's faith was small, | | 4 | 89 |
| 1445: | Upon Wrinkles | Wrinkles no more are, or no less, | | | 519 |
| 1446: | Upon Zelot. | Is Zelot pure? he is: yet! see he wears | | 2 | 98 |
| 1447: | Verses. | Who will not honour noble numbers, when | | | 97 |
| 1448: | Virtue Best United. | By so much, virtue is the less, | | 2 | 110 |
| 1449: | Virtue Is Sensible Of Suffering. | Though a wise man all pressures can sustain, | | 4 | 102 |
| 1450: | Virtue. | Each must in virtue strive for to excel; | | 2 | 120 |
| 1451: | Vow To Venus | Happily I had a sight | | | 341 |
| 1452: | Wages. | After this life, the wages shall | | 2 | 124 |
| 1453: | Want | Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, | | | 572 |
| 1454: | Want. | Need is no vice at all, though here it be | | 2 | 119 |
| 1455: | War. | If kings and kingdoms once distracted be, | | 2 | 113 |
| 1456: | Way In A Crowd. | Once on a Lord Mayor's Day, in Cheapside, when | | 6 | 98 |
| 1457: | Welcome What Comes. | Whatever comes, let's be content withal: | | 2 | 111 |
| 1458: | What God Is. | God is above the sphere of our esteem, | | 2 | 112 |
| 1459: | What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have | Be the mistress of my choice, | | | 332 |
| 1460: | When He Would Have His Verses Read | In sober mornings do thou not rehearse | | | 313 |
| 1461: | Whips. | God has His whips here to a twofold end: | | 2 | 127 |
| 1462: | Why Flowers Change Colour | These fresh beauties, we can prove, | | 4 | 116 |
| 1463: | Wit Punished Prospers Most | Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent, | | | 534 |
| 1464: | Women Useless. | What need we marry women, when | | 14 | 109 |
| 1465: | Writing | When words we want, Love teacheth to indite; | | | 546 |
| 1466: | Youth And Age. | God on our youth bestows but little ease; | | 2 | 114 |
| 1467: | Zeal Required In Love. | I'll do my best to win whene'er I woo: | | 2 | 169 |
