waft a thought from Indus to the Pole, That, iv. 189.
walked gowned, v. 335; vii. 42.
walking under, And still, etc., ix. 10, 63.
wandering mazes I found no end, in their, etc., vii. 223.
wandering through dry places, etc., xi. 213.
wandering voice, v. 103.
want of decency is want of sense, viii. 242.
want of store and store of want, v. 323.
wanton poets, v. 250.
War is a game which were their subjects wise, etc., xi. 249.
war was a thing that was quite going out of fashion, i. 50.
Wars he well remembered of King Nine, v. 38; vi. 323.
wars he well remembers, The, iii. 116.
wars of old Assaracus, the, etc., vii. 254.
warbled his love-lorn ditties all night long, viii. 240.
warm hearts of flesh, etc., i. 13, 135.
_See_ real.
warn and scare be wanting, to, etc., vi. 156.
Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships, etc., v. 205.
wasteful and superfluous excess, xii. 60.
waste her sweetness on a blackguard air, xi. 374.
water blushed into wine, The, viii. 53.
water parted from the sea, viii. 321, 451.
watery Aquarius, of, iv. 305 _n._
way lies right: hark, the clock strikes at Enfield, The, etc., v. 294.
we behold the fulness of the spirit of wit and humour bodily, i. 278.
we convent nought else but woes, v. 258.
We had good talk, sir, vii. 33.
We have been soldiers and we cannot weep, etc., v. 257.
We have offended, oh! my countrymen! etc., iii. 242.
We’ll tak a cup of kindness yet, etc., v. 131.
We may kill those of whom we are jealous, etc., ii. 391.
we might spill our blood, that, etc., iii. 62.
We miss our servants, Ithocles and Orgilus, etc., v. 270.
We perceive a continual succession of ideas, etc., xi. 109.
We poets in our youth begin in gladness, etc., v. 116.
We will dance: music; we will dance, etc., v. 272.
We would be private, only Faunus stay, etc., v. 226.
weary, stale and unprofitable, vi. 52.
web of our lives, The, etc., xii. 229.
weeds and worn-out faces, the list of, etc., viii. 393.
Weep’st thou already? List awhile to me, v. 211.
well assured, I am, etc., v. 328.
Well done, thou good and faithful servant, etc., xi. 321.
Well done, water, ix. 25.
Well, enjoy one another; I give her thee frankly, Apelles, etc., v.
202.
Well, let us to Endymion, etc., v. 199.
well of native English undefiled, vi. 245.
welling out of the heart, v. 28.
went up into the mountain to pray, And, etc., xii. 261.
Whan that Arcite to Thebes comen was, etc., v. 29.
What a thing! Bless the king, viii. 469.
What are thy arts (good patriot, teach them me), etc., v. 264.
What avails from iron chains, etc., xii. 124.
What can be more extraordinary, than that a person of mean birth,
etc., vi. 110; viii. 61.
What can ennoble sots, or knaves, or cowards, etc., vii. 363; xi. 436.
What can we reason, but from what we know? iv. 113; vii. 51, 249.
What death is’t you desire for Almachildes? etc., v. 220.
what delicate wooden spoons shall I carve? etc., viii. 109; x. 29.
What do I see? Blush, grey-eyed morn and spread Thy purple shroud upon
the mountain tops, etc., v. 291.
What, do none rise? No, no, for kings indeed are Deities, etc., v.
208.