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3251. How shall the muse her numbers all too weak

First Line:
How shall the muse her numbers all too weak
Last Line:
And midst the wreck of worlds remember man
DMI number:
27050

3252. How shameful and what monstrous things are these

First Line:
How shameful and what monstrous things are these
Last Line:
And grudge the sign of old Ben Johnson's head
Author:
John Sheffield (Absolute)
DMI number:
10472

3253. How should the ignorant be judge of wit

First Line:
How should the ignorant be judge of wit
Last Line:
Or men of sense applaud the jest of fools
Author:
Wentworth Dillon (Absolute)
DMI number:
9381

3254. How sickly grow

First Line:
How sickly grow
Last Line:
First born of heaven and only less than God
Author:
John Armstrong (Absolute)
DMI number:
30666

3255. How soon from virtue and an honoured spirit

First Line:
How soon from virtue and an honoured spirit
Last Line:
May man receive what he can never merit
Author:
William Rowley (Absolute) & Thomas Middleton (Absolute)
DMI number:
13808

3256. How strange a paradox is true

First Line:
How strange a paradox is true
Last Line:
Are the chief heroes in the sacred list of fame
Author:
Jonathan Swift (Absolute)
DMI number:
6950

3257. How strange a riddle virtue is

First Line:
How strange a riddle virtue is
Last Line:
And they who have it ever find a want
Author:
John Wilmot (Absolute)
DMI number:
21226

3258. How strangely am I tempted

First Line:
How strangely am I tempted
Last Line:
And makest them start and wake to new unquietness
Author:
Sir John Denham (Absolute)
DMI number:
20183

3259. How sweet is treason when the traitor's safe

First Line:
How sweet is treason when the traitor's safe
Last Line:
-
Author:
John Dryden (Absolute)
DMI number:
21181

3260. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank

First Line:
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank
Last Line:
Thus grossly closes us we cannot hear it
Author:
William Shakespeare (Absolute)
DMI number:
20121