Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan.

172

464

651

223

Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous beastie..
We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair,
etc..
Welcome, the lord of licht, and lamp of day 86
Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, etc.. 492
Well then! I now do plainly see.
We read full oft and find y-writ...
We watched her breathing thro' the night 655
Whan that Aprîlle with hise shourés soote 65
What are we set on earth for? Say, to toil 635
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-
light shade...

37

500

204

161

530

303

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What dire offence from am'rous causes