No more, my Sylvia, do I mean to pray, II. 2. No more shall I, since I am driven hence, I. 164. No news of navies burnt at seas, I. 157. No trust to metals, nor to marbles, when, II. 272. No wrath of men or rage of seas, II. 14. Noah the first was, as tradition says, II. 233. None goes to warfare but with this intent, I. 50. Noonday and midnight shall at once be seen, I. 71. Nor art thou less esteem'd that I have plac'd, II. 70. Nor is my number full till I inscribe, I. 250. Nor think that thou in this my book art worst, II. 159. Not all thy flushing suns are set, I. 87. Nothing can be more loathsome than to see, II. 10. Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let, I. 221. Nothing hard or harsh can prove, II. 48. Nothing is new, we walk where others went, I. 175. Now if you love me, tell me, II. 150. Now is the time for mirth, I. 97. Now is the time, when all the lights wax dim, I. 22. Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set, II. 81. Now, now's the time, so oft by truth, I. 63. Now, now the mirth comes, II. 145. Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see, II. 125. O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be, I. 21. O Jealousy, that art, I. 213. O Jupiter, should I speak ill, II. 61. O Times most bad, II. 10. O Thou, the wonder of all days! II. 196. O years! and age! farewell, II. 189. O you the virgins nine! II. 31. Of all our parts, the eyes express, I. 152. Of all the good things whatsoe'er we do, II. 255. Of all those three brave brothers fall'n i' th' war, I. 212. Of both our fortunes good and bad we find, II. 71. Offer thy gift; but first the law commands, II. 122. Oft bend the bow, and thou with ease shalt do, II. 55. Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, I. 187. Old wives have often told how they, I. 19. On, as thou hast begun, brave youth, and get, I. 188. On with thy work, though thou be'st hardly press'd, II. 137. One ask'd me where the roses grew, I. 19. One birth our Saviour had; the like none yet, II. 231. One ear tingles, some there be, II. 160. One feeds on lard, and yet is lean, I. 216. One man repentant is of more esteem, II. 235. One more by thee, love, and desert have sent, I. 239. One night i' th' year, my dearest beauties, come, II. 23. One of the five straight branches of my hand, I. 256. One only fire has hell; but yet it shall, II. 239. One silent night of late, I. 30. Only a little more, I. 103. Open thy gates, II. 212. Or look'd I back unto the time hence flown, II. 39. Orpheus he went, as poets tell, II. 82. Other men's sins we ever bear in mind, II. 66. Our bastard children are but like to plate, II. 139. Our crosses are no other than the rods, II. 97. Our honours and our commendations be, I. 150. Our household gods our parents be, II. 29. Our mortal parts may wrapp'd in sear-clothes lie, I. 251. Our present tears here, not our present laughter, II. 201.