Shall I go to Love and tell, II. 90.

Shame checks our first attempts; but when 'tis prov'd, II. 200.

Shame is a bad attendant to a state, I. 227.

Shapcot! to thee the fairy state, I. 148.

She by the river sat, and sitting there, II. 63.

She wept upon her cheeks, and weeping so, II. 62.

Should I not put on blacks when each one here, II. 108.

Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs, I. 193.

Shut not so soon; the dull-ey'd night, I. 203.

Sick is Anthea, sickly is the spring, II. 149.

Sin is an act so free, that if we shall, II. 238.

Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone, II. 238.

Sin leads the way, but as it goes it feels, II. 200.

Sin never slew a soul unless there went, II. 238.

Sin no existence; nature none it hath, II. 229.

Sin once reached up to G.o.d's eternal sphere, II. 207.

Since, for thy full deserts, with all the rest, I. 191.

Since shed or cottage I have none, II. 150.

Since to the country first I came, I. 228.

Sing me to death; for till thy voice be clear, I. 190.

Sinners confounded are a twofold way, II. 236.

Sitting alone, as one forsook, I. 60.

Smooth was the sea, and seem'd to call, II. 116,

So good luck came, and on my roof did light, I. 124.

So long it seem'd, as Mary's faith was small, II. 233.

So long you did not sing or touch your hue, I. 119.

So look the mornings when the sun, II. 85.

So looks Anthea, when in bed she lies, I. 39.

So smell those odours that do rise, I. 181.

So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, I. 25.

So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smiles, I. 93.

Some ask'd me where the rubies grew, I. 28.

Some parts may perish, die thou canst not all, I. 252.

Some salve to every sore we may apply, II. 92.

Some would know, I. 12.

Sorrows divided amongst many, less, II. 48.

Sorrows our portion are: ere hence we go, II. 196.

Sound teeth has Lucy, pure as pearl, and small, II. 29.

Speak, did the blood of Abel cry, II. 235.

Spend, harmless shade, thy nightly hours, II. 110.

Spring with the lark, most comely bride, and meet, II. 16.

Stand by the magic of my powerful rhymes, II. 98.

Stand forth, brave man, since fate has made thee here, II. 63.

Stand with thy graces forth, brave man, and rise, I. 226.

Stately G.o.ddess, do thou please, I. 178.

Stay while ye will, or go, I. 102.

Still take advice; though counsels, when they fly, II. 146.

Still to our gains our chief respect is had, I. 175.

Store of courage to me grant, I. 189.

Stripes justly given yerk us with their fall, II. 148.