Thou say'st I'm dull; if
edgeless
so I be, II.
Robert Herrick
121.
Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, I. 178.
Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree, I. 188.
Thou hast made many houses for the dead, II. 95.
Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be, II. 179.
Thou knowest, my Julia, that it is thy turn, I. 247.
Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre, II. 100.
Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here, I. 26.
Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be, II. 157.
Thou sayest Love's dart, II. 90.
Thou say'st my lines are hard, I. 173.
Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no, II. 98.
Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop, II. 126.
Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I, I. 217.
Thou shall not all die; for while love's fire shines, I. 179.
Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, II. 100.
Thou gav'st me leave to kiss, I. 178.
Thou had'st the wreath before, now take the tree, I. 188.
Thou hast made many houses for the dead, II. 95.
Thou hast promis'd, Lord, to be, II. 179.
Thou knowest, my Julia, that it is thy turn, I. 247.
Thou mighty lord and master of the lyre, II. 100.
Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here, I. 26.
Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be, II. 157.
Thou sayest Love's dart, II. 90.
Thou say'st my lines are hard, I. 173.
Thou say'st thou lov'st me, Sappho; I say no, II. 98.
Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop, II. 126.
Thou sent'st to me a true love-knot, but I, I. 217.
Thou shall not all die; for while love's fire shines, I. 179.
Thou, thou that bear'st the sway, II. 100.
