Part 130 (1/2)

Milk still your fountains and your springs, for why? II. 90.

Mine eyes, like clouds, were drizzling rain, II. 44.

Mop-eyed I am, as some have said, I. 120.

More discontents I never had, I. 21.

More white than whitest lilies far, I. 40.

Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell, I. 128.

My dearest love, since thou wilt go, II. 153.

My faithful friend, if you can see, I. 97.

My G.o.d, I'm wounded by my sin, II. 173.

My G.o.d! look on me with thine eye, II. 175

My head doth ache, II. 9.

My Lucia in the dew did go, II. 58.

My many cares and much distress, II. 139.

My muse in meads has spent her many hours, I. 116.

My soul would one day go and seek, II. 101.

My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd, II. 164.

My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near, I. 225.

Naught are all women: I say no, II. 102.

Need is no vice at all, though here it be, II. 48.

Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes, II. 42.

Never my book's perfection did appear, I. 123.

Never was day so over-sick with showers, I. 62.

Next is your lot, fair, to be numbered one, I. 236.

Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, II. 195.

Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be, II. 8.