Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see, ii. 299 Praying! and to be married! It was rare, i. 37 Quid celebras auratam undam, et combusta pyropis ii. 265 Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and lay i. 57 Quod vixi, Mathaee dedit pater, haec tamen olim ii. 158 Sacred and secret hand! i. 223 Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eye i. 254 Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when we ii. 195 Say, witty fair one, from what sphere ii. 100 See what thou wert! by what Platonic round ii. 175 See you that beauteous queen, which no age tames? ii. 219 Sees not my friend, what a deep snow ii. 99 Shall I believe you can make me return, ii. 306 Shall I complain, or not? or shall I mask ii. 112 Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things, ii. 309 Silence and stealth of days! 'Tis now, i. 74 Since dying for me, Thou didst crave no more i. 278 Since I in storms us'd most to be, i. 283 Since in a land not barren still, i. 145 Since last we met, thou and thy horse--my dear-- ii. 73 Sion's true, glorious God! on Thee i. 269 So from our cold, rude world, which all things tires, ii. 204 So our decays God comforts by ii. 295 So, stick up ivy and the bays, ii. 261 Some esteem it no point of revenge to kill ii. 323 Some struggle and groan as if by panthers torn, ii. 300 Still young and fine! but what is still in view i. 230 Sure, it was so. Man in those early days i. 101 Sure Priam will to mirth incline, ii. 291 Sure, there's a tie of bodies! and as they i. 82 Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, i. 209 Sweet, harmless live[r]s!--on whose leisure i. 158 Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair brow i. 49 Tentasti, fateor, sine vulnere saepius et me i. liv Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to see ii. 68 That man for misery excell'd ii. 293 That the fierce pard doth at a beck ii. 325 That the world in constant force ii. 142 The lucky World show'd me one day i. 226 The naked man too gets the field, ii. 300 The painful cross with flowers and palms is crown'd, ii. 314 The pains of Saints and Saints' rewards are twins, ii. 314 The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old: ii. 305 The strongest body and the best ii. 323