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68. On Playwright
Playwright, convict of public wrongs to men.
69. To Pertinax Cob
Cob, thou no soldier, thief, nor fencer art.
70. To William Roe
When Nature bids as leave to live, 'tis late.
71. On Court Parrot
To pluck down mine, sets
new wits still.
72. To Courtling
1 grieve not, Courtling, thou art started up.
73. To Fine Grand .
What is t, Fine Grand, makes thee my friendship
74. To Thomas, Lord Chancellor Egerton
Whilst thy weigh'd
judgments, Egerton, I hear.
75. On Lippe, the Teacher
I cannot think there's that antipathy.
76. On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire.
77. To one that desired me not to name him
Be safe, nor fear thyself so good a fame.
78. To Hornet
Hornet, thou hast thy wife drest for the stall.
79. To Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
That poets are far rarer births than kings.
80. On Life and Death
The ports of death are sins : of life good deeds.
81. To Prowle, the Plagiary
Forbear to tempt me, Prowle, I will not show.
82. On cashiered Captain Surly
Surly's old whore in her new silks doth swim.
83. To a Friend
To put out the word, whore, thou dosi me woo.
84. To Lucy, Countess of Bedford
Madam, I told you late how I repented.
85. To Sir Henry Goodyere
Goodyere, I'm glad, and grateful to report.
86. To the same
When I would know thee
, Goodyere, my thought
87. On Captain Hazard, the Cheater
Touch'd with the sin of false play in his punk.
88. On English Monsieur
Would you believe when you this Monsieur see.
89. To Edward Allen
If Rome so great, and in her wisest age.
90. On Mill, my Lady's Woman
When Mill first came
, the unprofiting fool.
91. To Sir Horace Vere
Which of thy names I take not only bear
92. The New Cry
Ere cherries ripe ! and strawberries! be gone.
93. To Sir John Radcliffe
How, like a column, Radcliffe
, left alone.
94. To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with Master
Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are.
95. To Sir Henry Savile
If, my religion safe, I durst embrace.
96. To John Donne.
Who shall doubt, Donne, where I a poet be.
97. On the New Motion
See you yon motion, not the old fa-ding.
98. To Sir Thomas Roe
Thou hast begun well, Roe, which stand well to.
99. To the same
That thou hast kept thy love, encreased thy will.
100. On Playwright
Playwright, by chance hearing some toys I'd writ.
101. Inviting a Friend to Supper
To night, grave sir, both my poor house and I.
102. To William, Earl of Pembroke
I do but name thee, Pembroke, and I find.
103. To Mary, Lady Wroth
How well, fair crown of your fair sex, might he.
104. To Susan, Countess of Montgomery
Were they, that named you, prophets'? Did they
106. To Sir Edward Herbert
If men get name for some one virtue; then.
107. To Captain Hungry
Do what you come for, captain, with your news.
108. To True Soldiers
Strength of my country, whilst I bring to view.
109. To Sir Henry Nevil
Who now calls on thee, Nevil, is a muse.
110. To Clement Edmonds on his Cæsar's Commen-
taries, Observed and Translated
Not Cæsar's deeds, nor all his honours won.
III. To the same. On the same
Who, Edmonds, reads thy book, and doth not see.
112. To a weak Gamester in Poetry
With thy small stock why art thou venturing still. .
113. To Sir Thomas Overbury
So Phæbus make me worthy of his bays.
114. To Mistress Philip Sidney
I must believe some miracies still be.
115. On the Town's Honest Man
You wonder who this is, and why I name.
116. To Sir William Jephson
Jephson, thou man of men, to whose loved name.
117. On Groine.
Groine, come of age, his state sold out of hand.
118. On Gut
Gut eats all day, and lechers all the night.
119. To Sir Ralph Shelton.
Not he that flies the Court for want of clothes.
120. An Epitaph on Salathiel Pavy, a Child of Queen
Weep with me, all you that read.
121. To Benjamin Rudyerd
Rudyerd, as lesser dames to great ones use.
122. To the same
If I would wish for truth, and not for show. .
123. To the same
Writing thyself, or judging others writ.
124. Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.
Would'st thou hear what man can say.
125. To Sir William Uvedale
Uvedale, thou piece of the first times, a man.
126. To his Lady, then mistress Cary.
Retired, with purpose your fair worth to praise.
127. To Esme, Lord Aubigny
Is there a hope that man would thankful be.
128. To William Roe.
Roe, and my joy to name, thou'rt now to go.
129. To Mime
That not a pair of friends each other see.
130. To Alphonso Ferrabosco, on his Book
To urge my loved Alphonso, that bold fame.
131. To the same
When we do give, Alphonso, to the light.
132. To Mr. Joshua Silvester
If to admire were to commend, my praise.
133. On the Famous Voyage
No more let Greece her boider fables tell.
1. Why I write not of Love
Some act of Love's bound to rehearse.
2. To Penshurst
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show.
3. To Sir Robert Wroth .
How blest art thou canst love the country,
4. To the World. A Farewell for a Gentlewoman,
Virtuous and Noble .
False world, good night, since thou hast brought.
5. Song: To Celia .
Come, my Celia, let us prove.
6. To the same
Kiss me sweet : the wary lover.
7. Song : That Women are but Men's Shadows
Follow a shadow, it still flies you.
8. Song: To Sickness
Why, disease, dost thou molest,
9. Song: To Celia.
Brink to me only with thine eyes.