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Book 1:
- The Return (Beauty, whose soft magnetick chains)
- The Answer (Beauty, thy harsh imperious chains)
- The Tomb (When cruel Fair one)
- Celinda, by what potent Art
- When I lie burning in thine eye
- Favonius, the milder breath of th' Spring
- So fair Aurora
- On this swelling Bank
- Love, what Tyrannick laws
- Delay! Alass! that cannot be
- Prethee trouble me no more
- Roses (Loves delight)
- Foolish Lover, go and seek
- Dear, back my wounded heart restore
- Chide, Chide no more
- Since Fate commands me hence
- Fool, take up thy shaft again
- Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair
- When dearest beauty
- Think not pale Lover
- Torment of absence and delay
- I will not trust thy tempting graces
- You that unto your Mistris eyes
- You earthly souls
- See how this Violet
- Why thy passion should it move
- Ask the Empress of the Night
- Dear, urge no more
- Not that by thy disdain
- When deceitful Lovers lay
- He whose active thoughts
- No, I will sooner trust the wind
- Such Icy kisses
- That I might ever dream
- Roses in breathing forth their sent
- Rebellious Fools
- Cast off for shame, ungentle Maid
- Wert thou by all affections
- Deceiv'd and undeceiv'd to be
- Men and Maids at time of yeer
- I must no longer now admire
- Love the ripe harvest of my toyl
- See the Spring her self discloses
- Dear, fold me once more in thine arms
- Now will I a Lover be
- Thine eyes (bright Saint) disclose
- Faith 'tis not worth your pains and care
- Reach me here that full crown'd cup
- Now Love be prais'd, that cruel Fair
- Oh turn away those cruel eyes
- To set thy jealous soul at strife
- Wrong me no more in thy complaint
- Alass! Alass! thou turn'st in vain
- My sickly breath
- As when some Brook
- I languish in a silent flame
- Nor alwayes give a melting kiss
- Whilest our joys in wine we raise
- Tis no kiss my Fair bestows
- As in a thousand wanton curls
- Now with roses we are crown'd
- When I see the young men play
- On this verdant Lotus laid
- I yeeld, dear Enemy
- Draw neer ye Lovers
- I go, dear Saint away
- The lazie hours move slow
- When on thy lip my Soul I breath
- The air with thy smooth voyce
- Doris, I that could repel
- Number the sands
- The silk-worm (to long sleep)
- Pale envyous sickness
- Come my Dear, whilest youth conspires
- When thou thy plyant arm doth wreath
- Yet ere I go, Disdainful beauty
- As on Purple Carpets I
- With a whip of Lillies
- When my sense in wine I steep
- A kiss I begg'd
- Old I am, yet can I think
- Cast Chariessa
- Fair Rebel to thy self unkind
- What if Night should betray us
- That kiss thou gav'st me last
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