INDEX OF FIRST LINES A book was writ of late called Tetrachordon, 74. Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite, gentes), 344. Answer me when I call, 86. As on a rough hillside, at dusk of evening, 64. Be not thou silent now at length, 81. Because you have thrown off your Prelate Before the starry threshold of Jove's court, 40. Blest is the man who hath not walked astray, 85. Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms, 74. 345. Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britan- Curre per immensum subitò, mea littera, pon- Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench, 78. Daughter to that good Earl, once President, 74. 63. Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, 30. Galli ex concubitu gravidam te, Pontia, Mori, Gaudete, scombri, et quicquid est piscium salo, Gemelli cultu simplici gaudens liber, 375. Jam pius extremâ veniens Iäcobus ab arcto, Jehovah, to my words give ear, 86. Juveni patriâ, virtutibus, eximio, 322. Lady gay and gracious, whose fair name hon- Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth, 74. Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look! 38. Lord, in thy anger do not reprehend me, 87. Methought I saw my late espoused saint, 78. Nondum blanda tuas leges, Amathusia nôram, Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Nunc mea Pierios cupiam per pectora fontes, Ω ἄνα, εἰ ὀλέσῃς με τὸν ἔννομον, οὐδέ τιν' ἀνδρῶν, 410. 12. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great, 88. O Nightingale that on yon bloomy spray, 30. Parere Fati discite legibus, 346. Per certo i bei vostr' occhi, Donna mia, 65. Qual in colle aspro, all' imbrunir di sera, 64. Quis expedivit Salmasio suam Hundredam, 410. Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi, 64. Siccine tentâsti cælo donâsse läcobum, 344. Tandem, chare, tuæ mihi pervenere tabellæ, Te, qui conspicuus baculo fulgente solebas, 326. Thy gracious ear, O Lord, incline, 83. Ut mens, forma, decor, facies, mos, si pietas sic, Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, 77. What needs my Shakespeare, for his honoured What slender youth, bedewed with liquid When Faith and Love, which parted from thee When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, 101. Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright, Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more, |