Fly, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly 134 155 226 326 From place to place forlorn I go Gentle air, thou breath of lovers Had I a heart for falsehood framed 201 305 129 104 310 124 Hard is the fate of him who loves 306 Hark, hark, 'tis a voice from the tomb 295 How blest has my time been, what days have I known 274 I ne'er could any lustre see I never knew a sprightly fair I prithee send me back my heart I smile at love and all his arts If all the world and love were young I'll range around the shady bow'rs 312 277 330 In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve 241 196 Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by 210 151 84 331 131 My love was fickle once and changing 189 My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook Not, Celia, that I juster am Now see my goddess, earthly born There is one dark and sullen hour 144 70 77 342 Too plain, dear youth, those tell-tale eyes 117 To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 139 We all to conquering beauty bow 273 198 53 131 319 259 109 275. 236 120 202 234 287 Why, cruel creature, why so bent Why heaves my fond bosom! ah, what can it mean Why we love and why we hate 154 321 199 Why will Florella, while I Why will you my passion reprove 87 Wine, wine in the morning 240 With amorous wiles and perjur'd eyes 288 With women I have pass'd my days Ye happy swains whose hearts are free Ye little loves that round her wait 289 327 261 148 205 You tell me I'm handsome, I know not how true 294 Young I am, and yet unskill'd 156 |