Chapter D: Damon, altho you waste in vain vi 378

Damon, I cannot blame your Will ii 111; vi 165

Damon, if you’d have me true vi 36

Damon, if your Heart and Flame vi 27

Damon, if your Love be true vi 31

Damon, my Watch is just and new vi 79

Damon, the young, the am’rous, and the true vi 96

Darling of Mars! Bellona’s Care! vi 78

Dear Silvia, let’s no farther strive vi 212

Dull Love no more thy Senceless Arrows prize vi 208

E

Enough kind Heaven! to purpose I have liv’d vi 171

F

Fain I would have leave to tell vi 102

Fair Goddess of my just Desire vi 81

Fair Ladies, pity an Unhappy Maid vi 399

Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be vi 363

Fair Nymph, remember all your Scorn (_J. Wright_) ii 183

Faithful Lisander, I your Vows approve vi 259

Farewel, my little charming Boy! vi 310

Farewell the Great, the Brave and Good vi 144

Farewel the World and mortal Cares ii 394

Fly, Lysidus, this hated Place vi 340

Fond Love thy pretty Flatteries cease vi 267

For far less Conquest we have known vi 87

G

Gallants, our Poets have of late so us’d ye iii 285

Gallants, you have so long been absent hence ii 6; iv 309

Give me the Man that’s hollow vi 391

Go, happy Lovers, perfect the desires vi 282

H

Had’st thou, Amintas, liv’d in that great age vi 360

Hail, Beauteous Prophetess, in whom alone (_Kendrick_) vi 296

Hail, Learned Bard! who dost thy power dispence vi 379

Hang Love, for I will never pine iii 309

Heav’n for Sovereignty has made your Form vi 98

Heaven save ye, Gallants; and this hopeful Age
(_Dryden_) iv 223

Here at your Feet, we tribute pay i 280

Her mourning languid Eyes are rarely shown vi 265

He that would have the Passion be vi 73

He that wou’d precious time improve vi 326

Him whom you see so awful and severe vi 235

Hiss ‘em, and cry ‘em down, ‘tis all in vain i 329

Honour’s a mighty Phantom! which around vi 278

How shall a Lover come to know vi 51

How strangely does my Passion grow iii 160

How strongly does my Passion flow vi 189

How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring vi 405

How vain have prov’d the Labours of the Stage (_Otway_) ii 201

How we shall please ye now I cannot say vi 398