Chapter L: Ladies, the Prince was kind at last iv 212

Let murmuring Lovers no longer repine iii 454

Let Love no more your Heart inspire vi 314

Long, and at vast Expence, th’ industrious Stage iii 393

Long has Wit’s injur’d Empire been opprest (_J. Cooper_) vi 117

Long have we turn’d the point of our just Rage
(_A Person of Quality_) iii 278

Long have our Priests condemn’d a wicked Age vi 343

Love in Fantastique Triumph sat ii 9; vi 163

Love is a God, whose charming Sway vi 34

Love, of all Joys, the sweetest is vi 54

Love ought alone the Mystick Knot to tie vi 82

Love when he Shoots abroad his Darts vi 230

Lovers, if you wou’d gain a Heart vi 24

Lydia, Lovely Maid, more fair vi 212