Chapter M: M——, Lord, vi. 380 (3)

But not for me the merry bells, viii. 525.

But of the two, less dangerous is the offence, etc., v. 74.

But still the world, etc., iii. 254.

But ’tis the fall degrades her to a whore, etc., iii. 46; vii. 368;
xi. 475.

But the admirers of this great poet have most reason to complain,
etc., i. 177.

But the commandment of knowledge, etc., v. 332.

But there is matter for a second rhyme, etc., xi. 282; xii. 275.

But thou, oh Hope, with eyes so fair, etc., viii. 436.

But where are the other eleven? i. 257.

But where ye doubt the truth not knowing, Believing the best, good may
be growing, etc., v. 280.

butterflies flutter around, And gaudy, xii. 25.

buttress, wall, and tower, Where, ix. 266.

by a long tract of time, by the use of language, etc., vii. 387.

By him lay heavie Sleepe, cosin of Death, etc., v. 196.

By our first strange and fatal interview, etc., xii. 28.

By the first part of this last tale, etc., v. 275.

by the help of his fayre hornes on hight, v. 42.

By the mass I saw him of late call up a great black devil, etc., v.
288.

by words only ... a man becometh, x. 135.