No More Learning

27.

Fly hence, pale care, no more remember, II. 267.

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 circumcised 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.