Chapter XXX: Act II: SCENE.--At Flint's (7)

Was it so hard a thing? I did but ask, 17. Was it some sweet device of Faery, 4, 309. We were two pretty babes, the youngest she, 9. What makes a happy wedlock? What has fate, 80. What reason first imposed thee, gentle name, 44. What rider's that? and who those myriads bringing, 90. What time in bands of slumber all were laid, 3. What Wawd knows, God knows, 124. When first our Bard his simple will express'd, 147. When her son, her Douglas died, 11. When last I roved these winding woodwalks green, 8. When last you left your Woodbridge pretty, 55. When maidens such as Hester die, 32. When thy gay book hath paid its proud devoirs, 100. Where seven fair Streets to one tall Column draw, 67. Where the soul drinks of misery's power, 126. While this tawny Ethiop prayeth, 56. While young John runs to greet, 42. Who art thou, fair one, who usurp'st the place, 41. Who first invented work, and bound the free, 59. Why is he wandering on the sea? 328. With change of climate manners alter not, 363.