Part 117 (2/2)

And, cruel maid, because I see, I. 72.

And must we part, because some say, I. 57.

Angels are called G.o.ds; yet of them none, II. 224.

Angry if Irene be, I. 256.

Anthea bade me tie her shoe, I. 14.

Anthea, I am going hence, II. 95.

Anthea laugh'd, and fearing lest excess, II. 137.

Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room, II. 269.

Art quickens nature; care will make a face, I. 120.

Art thou not destin'd? then with haste go on, II. 237.

As gilliflowers do but stay, I. 156.

As in our clothes, so likewise he who looks, I. 254.

As is your name, so is your comely face, II. 133.

As Julia once a-slumbering lay, I. 86.

As lately I a garland bound, I. 119.

As many laws and lawyers do express, II. 53.

As my little pot doth boil, II. 248.

As oft as night is banish'd by the morn, I. 29.

As shows the air when with a rainbow grac'd, I. 47.

As sunbeams pierce the gla.s.s, and streaming in, II. 231.

As thou deserv'st, be proud; then gladly let, I. 244.

As wearied pilgrims, once possessed, II. 16.

Ask me what hunger is, and I'll reply, II. 115.

Ask me why I do not sing, I. 164.

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