Fortune's a blind
profuser
of her own, II.
Robert Herrick
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.
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.
