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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
OF MINOR POEMS.
A Gentle Shepheard borne in Arcady
A mighty Lyon, Lord of all the wood
A. Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)
After at sea a tall ship did appeare
After long stormes and tempests sad assay
After so long a race as I haue run
Ah Colin, whether on the lowly plaine
Ah for pittie, wil rancke Winters rage
Ah whither, Loue, wilt thou now came mee ?
Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart
All that is perfect, which th'heauen beautefies
All that which Aegypt wmlome did deuise
An hideous Dragon, dreadfull to behold
And ye, braue Lord, whose goodly personage
Arum, when through tempests cruel wracke
As Diane hunted on a day
As men in Summer fearles passe the foord
As that braue sonne of Aeson, which by charmes
As then, no winde at all there blew
At last so faire a Ladie did I spie
At length, euen at the time, when Morpheus
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complame
Be nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind
king my selfe captyued here in care
wing one day at my window all alone
kllay, first garland of free Poesie
leside the fruitfull shore of muddie Nile
Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre
CWw my deare, when shall it please thee sing
Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd
'"ollyn I see by thy new taken taske
bme forth ye Nymphes come forth, forsake your watry bowres
omming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found)
'uddie, for shame hold vp thy heauye head
arke is the day, when Phoebus face is shrowded
tyly when I do seeke and sew for peace
ggon Dauie, I bidde her god day
Je I not see that fayrest ymages
re proud now tell me why should faire be proud
pre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure
/re cruell, why are ye so fierce and cruell ?
yre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart
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