Part 121 (1/2)

Fly me not, though I be grey, I. 244.

Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, I. 124.

Fold now thine arms and hang the head, I. 56.

Fools are they who never know, I. 119.

For a kiss or two, confess, II. 130.

For all our works a recompense is sure, II. 93.

For all thy many courtesies to me, II. 83.

For being comely, consonant, and free, II. 8.

For brave comportment, wit without offence, II. 119

For civil, clean, and circ.u.mcised wit, I. 244.

For each one body that i' th' earth is sown, II. 236.

For my embalming, Julia, do but this, I. 161.

For my neighbour, I'll not know, I. 103.

For my part, I never care, I. 100.

For one so rarely tun'd to fit all parts, I. 152.

For punishment in war it will suffice, I. 165.

For sport my Julia threw a lace, I. 145.

For those, my unbaptised rhymes, II. 169.

For truth I may this sentence tell, II. 151.

Fortune did never favour one, I. 240.

Fortune no higher project can devise, I. 246.

Fortune's a blind profuser of her own, II. 45.

Fresh strewings allow, II. 69.

Frolic virgins once these were, I. 190.

From me my Sylvia ran away, II. 109.

From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, I. 151.