The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade ii. 297 The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, ii. 324 The whole wench--how complete soe'er--was but ii. 298 There are that do believe all things succeed ii. 295 There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board ii. 322 They are all gone into the world of light! i. 182 --They fain would--if they might-- ii. 302 This is the day--blithe god of sack--which we, ii. 106 This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled, ii. 308 Those sacred days by tedious Time delay'd, ii. 315 Though since thy first sad entrance by i. 272 Thou that know'st for whom I mourn, i. 54 Thou the nepenthe easing grief ii. 301 Thou who didst place me in this busy street i. 244 Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below, i. 198 Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low i. 133 Through pleasant green fields enter you the way ii. 313 Through that pure virgin shrine, i. 251 Time's teller wrought into a little round, ii. 324 'Tis a sad Land, that in one day i. 23 'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creep i. 41 'Tis madness sure; and I am in the fit, ii. 184 'Tis not rich furniture and gems, ii. 147 'Tis now clear day: I see a rose i. 33 'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die, ii. 17 To live a stranger unto life ii. 304 True life in this is shown, ii. 304 'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake i. 45 Tyrant, farewell! this heart, the prize ii. 8 Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light, ii. 254 Up, O my soul! and bless the Lord! O God, i. 202 Up to those bright and gladsome hills, i. 136 Vain, sinful art! who first did fit i. 219 Vain wits and eyes i. 16 Virtue's fair cares some people measure ii. 303 Vivaces oculorum ignes et lumina dia ii. 159 Waters above! eternal springs! ii. 248 Weary of this same clay and straw, I laid i. 153 We thank you, worthy Sir, that now we see ii. 97 Weighing the steadfastness and state i. 169 Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! The feast i. 103 Welcome sweet and sacred feast! welcome life! i. 134 Welcome, white day! a thousand suns, i. 184 Well, we are rescued! and by thy rare pen ii. 104