Glossary. Bin (Wishes): are. Complaining (Music's Duel): lamenting. Composures (Upon Two Green Apricots): compositions. Embraves (Sospetto d' Herode): adorns or brightens. Fond (Sospetto d'Herode, etc.): foolish. Gladding (Sospetto d'Herode): enlivening. Grutch (Music's Duel): grumble. Illustrious (Foul Morning, etc.): lustrous. Instile (Foul Morning): instill. Mistress (Wishes): lover. Owe (Cupid's Crier): own. Perspicil (Isaacson's Chronology): optic glass. Strook (Sospetto d'Herode): struck. Suspect (Sospetto d' Herode): suspicion. Taffeta (Wishes): a sort of thin silk. Tire (Sospetto d' Herode): head-dress. -(Wishes): dress. Tissue (Wishes): ribband. Inder to the First Lines. A Brook, whose stream so great, so good And now thou 'rt set wide ope, the spear's sad art A plant of noble stem, forward and fair As if the storm meant him Britain! the mighty Ocean's lovely bride! Christ bids the dumb tongue speak; it speaks; the sound Come and let us live, my dear Come death, come bonds, nor do you shrink, my ears Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice? Death, what dost? O, hold thy blow Each blest drop on each blest limb Faithless and fond Mortality Four teeth thou hadst that rank'd in goodly state Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break Is murder no sin? or a sin so cheap I would be married, but I'd have no wife Know you, fair, on what you look? PAGE 28 99 ΙΟΙ 4I 95 ΙΟΙ 20 80 31 100 50 103 104 21 96 18 51 103 84 97 100 52 104 24 4I 81 51 90 Let hoary Time's vast bowels be the grave Lo here the fair Chariclia! in whom strove 40 103 51 16 44 49 Love now no fire hath left him 'Midst all the dark and knotty snares Muse! now the servant of soft loves no more One eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more On the proud banks of great Euphrates' flood O these wakeful wounds of Thine Pallas saw Venus armed, and straight she cried Rich Lazarus! richer in those gems, thy tears Rise, then, immortal maid! Religion, rise! The smiling Morn had newly waked the Day 79 53 98 I 96 96 86 82 52 26 99 83 88 98 96 102 38 99 95 29 43 102 39 Thou cheat'st us, Ford; mak'st one seem two by Art 51 Thou hast the art on't, Peter, and canst tell - Thou trimm'st a Prophet's tomb, and dost bequeath 99 98 ΙΟΙ This reverend shadow cast that setting sun |