Base man! and couldst thou think Cato alone ii. 301 Be dumb, coarse measures, jar no more; to me i. 195 Be still, black parasites, i. 187 Bless me! what damps are here! how stiff an air! ii. 65 Blessed, unhappy city! dearly lov'd, i. 218 Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads ii. 92 Blest be the God of harmony and love! i. 76 Blest infant bud, whose blossom-life i. 120 Boast not, proud Golgotha, that thou canst show ii. 197 Bright and blest beam! whose strong projection, i. 121 Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights: ii. 245 Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse! i. 225 Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; i. 114 But night and day doth his own life molest, ii. 302 Can any tell me what it is? Can you ii. 268 Chance taking from me things of highest price ii. 292 Come, come! what do I here? i. 61 Come, drop your branches, strew the way i. 216 Come, my heart! come, my head, i. 52 Come, my true consort in my joys and care! ii. 317 Come sapless blossom, creep not still on earth, i. 166 Curtain'd with clouds in a dark night ii. 132 Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They invite ii. 18 Dear, beauteous saint! more white than day i. 227 Dear friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shade i. 193 Dear friend! whose holy, ever-living lines i. 91 Dearest! if you those fair eyes--wond'ring--stick ii. 115 Death and darkness, get you packing, i. 133 Diminuat ne sera dies praesentis honorem ii. 51 Draw near, fond man, and dress thee by this glass, ii. 294 Dust and clay, i. 180 Early, while yet the dark was gay ii. 255 Eternal God! Maker of all i. 285 Et sic in cithara, sic in dulcedine vitae ii. 266 Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood, ii. 291 Fair and young light! my guide to holy i. 236 Fair order'd lights--whose motion without noise i. 155 Fair Prince of Light! Light's living well! ii. 249 Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimage ii. 247 Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shades i. 256 Fair vessel of our daily light, whose proud ii. 257 Fairly design'd! to charm our civil rage ii. 171 False life! a foil and no more, when i. 282 Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd, ii. 15