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732 INDEX OF FIRST LINES<br />

Fayre is my loue, when her fay re golden heares<br />

Fayre Thamis streame, that from Ludds stately towne<br />

Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and VIIkmd<br />

Fresh spring the herald <strong>of</strong> loues mighty king •<br />

Gentle Mtstresse Anne, I am plame by nature<br />

Goe little booke thy self e present<br />

Graue Muses march in triumph and with prayses<br />

Great Babylon her haughtie walls will praise<br />

Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny<br />

Happy ye leaues when as those hlly hands<br />

Hard by a nuers side a virgin faire<br />

Hard by a nuers side, a wailing Nimphe<br />

Haruey, the happy aboue happiest men<br />

He that hath seene a great Oke drie and dead<br />

High on a hill a goodly Cedar grewe<br />

Hope ye my verses that postentie<br />

How long shall this lyke dymg lyfe endure<br />

I but once loued before, and shee forsooth was a Susanne<br />

I Ioy to see how in your drawen work<br />

I saw a fresh spring rise out <strong>of</strong> a rocke<br />

I saw a Phoenix m the wood alone<br />

I saw a nuer swift, whose fomy billowes<br />

I saw a spring out <strong>of</strong> a rocke forth rayle<br />

I saw a Wolfe VIIder a rockie caue<br />

I saw a Woman sitting on a beast<br />

I saw an vgly beast come from the sea<br />

I saw m secret to my Dame<br />

I saw new Earth, new Heauen, sayde Saint Iohn<br />

I saw raisde vp on pillers <strong>of</strong> Iuorie<br />

I saw raysde vp on yuone pillers tall<br />

I saw the Bird that can the Sun endure<br />

I saw the birde that dares beholde the Sunne<br />

I sing <strong>of</strong> deadly dolorous debate<br />

If so be goods encrease, then dayly encreaseth a goods friends<br />

If the blinde fune, which warres breedeth <strong>of</strong>t<br />

In Summers day, when Phœbus fairly shone<br />

In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth<br />

In vain I thmke right honourable Lord<br />

In vame I seeke and sew to her for grace<br />

In youth before I waxed old<br />

Innocent paper, whom too cruell hand<br />

Ioy <strong>of</strong> my life, full <strong>of</strong>t for louing you<br />

Is it her nature or is it her will<br />

Is not thilke same a goteheard prowde<br />

Is not thilke the mery moneth <strong>of</strong> May ?<br />

It chaunced me on day beside the shore<br />

It fell vpon a holly eue<br />

It was the month, m which the righteous Maide<br />

It was the time, when rest s<strong>of</strong>t sliding downe<br />

It was the time when rest the gift <strong>of</strong> Gods<br />

ackyng my loue I go from place to place<br />

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