Fly me not, though I be grey, I. 244.
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, I. 124.
Fold now thine arms and hang the head, I. 56.
Fools are they who never know, I. 119.
For a kiss or two, confess, II. 130.
For all our works a recompense is sure, II. 93.
For all thy many courtesies to me, II. 83.
For being comely, consonant, and free, II. 8.
For brave comportment, wit without offence, II. 119
For civil, clean, and circ.u.mcised wit, I. 244.
For each one body that i" th" earth is sown, II. 236.
For my embalming, Julia, do but this, I. 161.
For my neighbour, I"ll not know, I. 103.
For my part, I never care, I. 100.
For one so rarely tun"d to fit all parts, I. 152.
For punishment in war it will suffice, I. 165.
For sport my Julia threw a lace, I. 145.
For those, my unbaptised rhymes, II. 169.
For truth I may this sentence tell, II. 151.
Fortune did never favour one, I. 240.
Fortune no higher project can devise, I. 246.
Fortune"s a blind profuser of her own, II. 45.
Fresh strewings allow, II. 69.
Frolic virgins once these were, I. 190.
From me my Sylvia ran away, II. 109.
From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, I. 151.
From the dull confines of the drooping West, II. 150.
From the temple to your home, II. 21.
From this bleeding hand of mine, I. 108.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, I. 102.
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn, I. 82.
Give house-room to the best; "tis never known, II. 116.
Give if thou canst an alms; if not, afford, II. 193.
Give me a cell, II. 73.
Give me a man that is not dull, II. 146.
Give me honours! what are these, II. 191.
Give me one kiss, I. 246.
Give me that man that dares bestride, I. 35.
Give me the food that satisfies a guest, II. 82.
Give me wine, and give me meat, II. 18.
Give unto all, lest he, whom thou deni"st, II. 239.
Give Want her welcome if she comes; we find. II. 12.
Give way, and be ye ravish"d by the sun, I. 246.
Give way, give way now; now my Charles shines here, II. 43.
Give way, give way, ye gates and win, I. 223.
Glide, gentle streams, and bear, I. 51.
Glory be to the graces! II. 76.
Glory no other thing is, Tullie says, II. 50.
Go, happy rose, and interwove, I. 121.
Go hence, and with this parting kiss, I. 217.