Next is your lot, fair, to be
numbered
one, I.
Robert Herrick
101.
My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd, II. 164.
My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near, I. 225.
Naught are all women: I say no, II. 102.
Need is no vice at all, though here it be, II. 48.
Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes, II. 42.
Never my book's perfection did appear, I. 123.
Never was day so over-sick with showers, I. 62.
Next is your lot, fair, to be numbered one, I. 236.
Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, II. 195.
Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be, II. 8.
Night makes no difference 'twixt priest and clerk, II. 97.
No fault in women to refuse, I. 148.
No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill, II. 148.
No man comes late unto that place from whence, II. 31.
No man is tempted so but may o'ercome, II. 236.
My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd, II. 164.
My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near, I. 225.
Naught are all women: I say no, II. 102.
Need is no vice at all, though here it be, II. 48.
Nero commanded; but withdrew his eyes, II. 42.
Never my book's perfection did appear, I. 123.
Never was day so over-sick with showers, I. 62.
Next is your lot, fair, to be numbered one, I. 236.
Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep, II. 195.
Night hides our thefts, all faults then pardon'd be, II. 8.
Night makes no difference 'twixt priest and clerk, II. 97.
No fault in women to refuse, I. 148.
No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill, II. 148.
No man comes late unto that place from whence, II. 31.
No man is tempted so but may o'ercome, II. 236.
