CCCLX, CCCLXI Pages 325, 326-'Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.' 'Even such is Time, that takes in trust.' Of each of these poems it is asserted, probably upon inference, that Raleigh wrote them in the Tower on the night before his death. But, if Raleigh neither wrote them then nor at any time, that they should have been attributed to him as appropriate is evidence in favour of a character that has been judged so variously. INDEX OF FIRST LINES A Rose as fair as ever saw the North Nashe 249 Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair All I care Greene 170 Greene 51 Anon. 263 Anon. 279 And yet I cannot reprehend the flight Wm. Rowley Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden As careful merchants do expecting stand As it fell upon a day As virtuous men pass mildly away 73 Dekker 48 Browne 210 Ask me why I send you here. Carew or Herrick treated. 128.. Beauty, sweet Love is like the morning dew Being your slave, what should I do but J. Fletcher 125 Munday 69 Daniel 20 Webster 282 186 Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night Clear had the day been from the dawn Come hither, shepherd's swain ! Raleigh Drayton 113 Dekker 257 Shakespeare 173 Herrick 305 Earl of Oxford 81 Breton 219 Come, Sleep, O Sleep! the certain knot 40 Jonson 18 Sidney 157 Shakespeare 255 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Come thou, who art the wine and wit Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses come Crabbed Age and Youth Cupid and my Campaspe play'd 367 Herrick 279 Shakespeare 37 Daniel 92 Dew sat on Julia's hair Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine Drink to me only with thine eyes Herrick II Constable 55 Shakespeare 149 Droop, droop no more, or hang the head Herrick 152 E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks Fain would I change that note Fair is my Love, and cruel as she is fair Fair summer droops, droop men and Nashe 249 Fear no more the heat o' the sun brave, and new Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed Shakespeare 229 Anon. 199 First shall the heavens want starry light Follow a shadow, it still flies you Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow For her gait, if she be walking Lodge 194 Jonson 179 Campion 178 Fresh Spring, the herald of Love's mighty Wyat 189 Spenser 2 Shakespeare 202 Shakespeare 281 Full many a glorious morning have I seen Shakespeare 107 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may ing morn Give me my scallop-shell of quiet Give pardon, blessèd soul, to my loud Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Happy were he could finish forth his fate Hark, all you ladies that do sleep . sings |