Chapter I: I am the Ghost of him who was a true Son i 341

I Come not a Petitioner to sue iii 175

If when the God of Day retires vi 200

I here and there o’erheard a Coxcomb cry iv 115

In a Cottage by the Mountain iv 189

I know You, and I must confess vi 403

Injurious Pin, how durst thou steal so nigh? vi 392

I Never mourn’d my Want of Wit, ‘till now (_Cotton_) vi 6

In Phillis all vile Jilts are met ii 260

In the Blooming Time o’th’ year vi 193

In vain, dear Youth, you say you love vi 196

In vain I have labour’d the Victor to prove iv 153; vi 173

In vain to Woods and Deserts I retire vi 389

In vain we labour to reform the Stage i 115

Iris, to keep my Soul entire and true vi 42

Iris, to spare what you call Flattery vi 94

Its Torrent has no other source vi 253

It was too much, ye Gods, to see and hear vi 207

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Keep, lovely Maid, the Softness in your Eyes vi 101

Know all ye Whigs and Tories of the Pit iii 99