How rich and
pleasing
thou, my Julia, art, I.
Robert Herrick
How am I ravish'd!
when I do but see, I.
174.
How can I choose but love and follow her, I.
227.
How dull and dead are books that cannot show, I.
177.
How fierce was I, when I did see, II.
117.
How long, Perenna, wilt thou see, I.
222.
How love came in I do not know, I.
27.
How rich a man is all desire to know, I.
161.
How rich and
pleasing
thou, my Julia, art, I.
34.
How well contented in this private grange, II.
136.
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go, II.
200.
I a dirge will pen to thee, II.
128.
I am holy while I stand, II.
30.
I am of all bereft, I.
216.
I am sieve-like, and can hold, I.
146.
I am zealless; prithee pray, II.
95.
