England, mother born of seamen, daughter fostered of the sea,

....

Hark! 't is the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge,

471

907

Has summer come without the rose,
Having this day my horse, my hand, my
lance

Hence, all you vain delights,
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
Hence, vain deluding joys,
Here, a little child, I stand,
Here, where the world is quiet;
He rises and begins to round,
Her mother died when she was young.. 47
'Hey down, a down!' did Dian sing, 159
How like a winter hath my absence been 153
How oft, when thou, my music, music

....

play'st, 155 How sleep the brave who sink to rest.. 386 How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot! 486 How vainly men themselves amaze, ... 184

....

682

89

168

237

...

238

174

898

538

Fair stood the wind for France, False Hope prolongs my ever certain grief,

141

138

Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, 816 Fear no more the heat o' th' sun,

156

55

166

960