The Phœnix (emblematical of the Restoration) is adapted from Spenser’s Works, 1611.
| First Lines. | [In Editions] | 1661 | 1670 | 1875 |
| A Brewer may be a Burgess | ii. | 70 | 252 | 252 |
| A fig for Care, why should we | | | 217 | 217 |
| A Fox, a Fox, up gallants | | 29 | 38 | 38 |
| A Maiden of late, whose name | | 160 | 170 | 170 |
| A Pox on the Jaylor, and on his | | | 289 | 289 |
| A Puritan of late | | 2 | | 195 |
| A Session was held the other day | | 68 | 72 | 72 |
| A Story strange I will you tell | ii. | 12 | 200 | 200 |
| A young man of late | | 27 | | 201 |
| A young man that’s in love | | 34 | 42 | 42 |
| A young man walking all alone | | 32 | | 204 |
| After so many sad mishaps | | 112 | 118 | 118 |
| After the pains of a desperate Lover | | | 171 | 171 |
| Ah, ah, come see what’s | | 30 | 40 | 40 |
| All in the Land of Essex | | 48 | 56 | 56 |
| Am I mad, O noble Festus? | ii. | 50 | 234 | 234 |
| Amarillis told her swain | | | 8 | 10 |
| Among the Purifidian sect | ii. | 103 | | 243 |
| Are you grown so melancholy? | ii. | 101 | 286 | 286 |
| Aske me no more why there appears | | 62 | 70 | 70 |
| Bacchus I am, come from | | 61 | 69 | 69 |
| Be merry in sorrow | | 1b | 6 | 8 |
| Be not thou so foolish nice | | 61 | 69 | 69 |
| Blind Fortune, if thou want’st | | 163 | 172 | 172 |
| Bring forth your Cunny-skins | ii. | 8 | 196 | 196 |
| But since it was lately enacted | ii. | 24 | 212 | 212 |
| Call for the Master, oh, this | | | 9 | 11 |
| Call George again, boy | ii. | 118 | 304 | 304 |
| Calm was the evening, and clear | | | 220 | 220 |
| Calm was the evening, and clear | | | 292 | 292 |
| Cast your caps and cares aside | | 87 | 92 | 92 |
| Come, Drawer, and fill us about | ii. | 80 | 263 | 263 |
| Come, Drawer, some wine | ii. | 29 | | 237 |
| Come, Drawer, turn about the b. | ii. | 86 | 268 | 268 |
| Come, Drawer, come, fill us | ii. | 3 | 190 | 190 |
| Come, faith, let’s frolick | ii. | 65 | 246 | 246 |
| Come, hither, my own sweet | ii. | 106 | | 247 |
| Come, Imp Royal, come away | ii. | 45 | 231 | 231 |
| Come, Jack, let’s drink a pot of Ale | | 45 | 52 | 52 |
| Come, let us drink, the time invites | | 93 | 97 | 97 |
| Come, let’s purge our brains | | 114 | 121 | 121 |
| Come, my dainty Doxies, my Dove | ii. | 44 | 230 | 230 |
| Come, my Daphne, come away | | 86 | 91 | 91 |
| Come, my delicate, bonny sweet | | 23 | 34 | 34 |
| Cook Laurel would needs have | ii. | 26 | 214 | 14 |
| Discoveries of late have been | ii. | 33 | | Rf |
| Doctors, lay by your irkesome | | 41 | 48 | 48 |
| Fair Lady, for your New Year’s | ii. | 81 | | Rn |
| Fetch me Ben Johnson’s scull | | | 293 | 293 |
| From Essex Anabaptist Laws | ii. | 38 | | 241 |
| From hunger and cold, who lives | ii. | 9 | 197 | 197 |
| From Mahomet and Paganisme | | 164 | 174 | 174 |
| From the fair Lavinian shore | | | 291 | 291 |
| From what you call’t Town | | 191 | 182 | 182 |
| Full forty times over I have, &c. | ii. | 61 | | Ri |
| Gather your rosebuds while | ii. | 11 | 199 | 199 |
| Go, you tame Gallants | ii. | 57 | 242 | 242 |
| God bless my good Lord Bishop | | 166 | 176 | 176 |
| Good Lord, what a pass is this | | 75 | 79 | 79 |
| Had she not care enough | | | 211 | 211 |
| Hang Chastity! it is | | 88 | | 220 |
| Have you observed the Wench | ii. | 141 | 332 | 332 |
| He is a fond Lover, that doateth | ii. | 62 | | Rl |
| He that a happy life would lead | ii. | 147 | 339 | 339 |
| He that intends to take a wife | ii. | 153 | 342 | 342 |
| Heard you not lately of a man | | 169 | 180 | 180 |
| Here’s a health unto his Majesty | | | 212 | 212 |
| Hey, ho, have at all! | | 168 | | Re |
| Hold, quaff no more | ii. | 19 | 210 | 210 |
| How happy is the Prisoner | | 101 | 107 | 107 |
| How poor is his spirit | ii. | 48 | 232 | 232 |
| I am a bonny Scot, Sir | | 119 | 127 | 127 |
| I am a Rogue, and a stout one | ii. | 16 | 204 | 204 |
| I came unto a Puritan to woo | | 73 | 77 | 77 |
| I doat, I doat, but am a sot | ii. | 53 | 237 | 237 |
| I dreamt my Love lay in her bed | | 11 | | 197 |
| I have reason to fly thee | ii. | 97 | 281 | 281 |
| I have the fairest Non-perel | ii. | 99 | 283 | 283 |
| I loved a maid—she loved not me | ii. | 151 | | Rp |
| I marvel, Dick, that having been | | 46 | 54 | 54 |
| I mean to speak of England’s | | 85 | | 218 |
| I met with the Divel in the shape | | 103 | 109 | 109 |
| I pray thee, Drunkard, get thee | ii. | 119 | 306 | 306 |
| I tell thee, Kit, where I have been | | | 317 | 317 |
| I went from England into France | | 64 | | 213 |
| If any one do want a House | ii. | 64 | | Rm |
| If any so wise is, that Sack | ii. | 157 | 348 | 348 |
| If every woman were served in her | | 80 | 85 | 85 |
| If none be offended with the scent | ii. | 77 | 259 | 259 |
| If that you will hear of a ditty | ii. | 149 | | 253 |
| If thou wilt know how to chuse | | 21 | 32 | 32 |
| If you will give ear | ii. | 46 | | Rg |
| I’ll go no more to the Old Exchange | | 126 | 134 | 134 |
| I’ll sing you a sonnet, that ne’er | | | 66 | 66 |
| I’ll tell thee, Dick, where I have | | 97 | 101 | 101 |
| I’ll tell you a story, that never w. t. | | 123 | 131 | 131 |
| In Eighty-eight, e’er I was born | | 77 | 82 | 82 |
| In the merry month of May | | | 99 | 99 |
| It chanced not long ago, as I was | ii. | 82 | 264 | 264 |
| It was a man, and a jolly old man | | 95 | | 222 |
| Ladies, I do here present you | ii. | 55 | 240 | 240 |
| Lay by your pleading, Law | | 118 | 125 | 125 |
| Lay by your pleading, Love lies a | ii. | 4 | 191 | 191 |
| Let dogs and divels die | | 31 | 41 | 41 |
| Let Souldiers fight for praise | ii. | 31 | 218 | 218 |
| Let the Trumpet sound | ii. | 142 | 333 | 333 |
| Let’s call, and drink the cellar dry | | 130 | 138 | 138 |
| Listen, lordings, to my story | ii. | 32 | | 240 |
| Mine own sweet honey bird | | 153 | | Rc |
| My bretheren all attend | | 91 | 95 | 95 |
| My Lodging is on the cold ground | | | 290 | 290 |
| My Masters, give audience | ii. | 91 | 275 | 275 |
| My Mistris is a shittle-cock | | 51 | 60 | 60 |
| My Mistris is in Musick | | 154 | 163 | 163 |
| My Mistris, whom in heart | | 107 | 113 | 113 |
| Nay, out upon this fooling | | 79 | 84 | 84 |
| Nay, prithee, don’t fly me | | 25 | 36 | 36 |
| Ne’er trouble thy self at the times | | | 219 | 219 |
| Nick Culpepper and William Lilly | | 56 | | 190 |
| No man Love’s fiery passion | ii. | 1 | 187 | 187 |
| No sooner were the doubtful people | ii. | 58 | 243 | 243 |
| Now, gentlemen, if you will hear | | 18 | 29 | 29 |
| Now I am married, Sir John | ii. | 96 | 280 | 280 |
| Now, I confess, I am in love | | 1 | 5 | 7 |
| Now Lambert’s sunk, and gallant | | 12 | | 198 |
| Now thanks to the Powers below | | 156 | 166 | 166 |
| Now that the Spring has filled | ii. | 110 | 296 | 296 |
| Now we are met in a knot | ii. | 138 | 328 | 328 |
| O that I could by any Chymick | ii. | 31 | | 239 |
| O the wily, wily Fox | ii. | 114 | 300 | 300 |
| Of all the Crafts that I do know | | 7 | 17 | 17 |
| Of all the rare juices | | | 178 | 178 |
| Of all the Recreations, which | | | 146 | 146 |
| Of all the Sciences beneath the Sun | ii. | 129 | 319 | 319 |
| Of all the Sports the world doth | ii. | 111 | 296 | 296 |
| Of all the Trades that ever I see | ii. | 40 | 225 | 225 |
| Of an old Souldier of the Queen’s | | 20 | 31 | 31 |
| Oliver, Oliver, take up thy Crown | ii. | 72 | 254 | 254 |
| Once was I sad, till I grew to be | | 2b | 10 | 12 |
| Pox take you, Mistris, I’ll be gone | ii. | 118 | 304 | 304 |
| Pray, why should any man | ii. | 87 | 270 | 270 |
| Riding to London, in Dunstable | | 14 | | 200 |
| Room for a Gamester | ii. | 10 | 197 | 197 |
| Room for the best Poets heroick! | | 96 | 100 | 100 |
| Saw you not Pierce the piper | ii. | 124 | 312 | 312 |
| She lay all naked in her bed | ii. | 115 | 300 | 300 |
| She lay up to the navel bare | ii. | 116 | | Ro |
| She that will eat her breakfast | ii. | 120 | 308 | 308 |
| Shew a room, shew a room | ii. | 145 | 337 | 337 |
| Sir Eglamore, that valiant knight | ii. | 75 | 257 | 257 |
| Some Christian people all give ear | | 81 | 87 | 87 |
| Some wives are good, and some | | | 302 | 302 |
| Stay, shut the gate! | ii. | 18 | 207 | 207 |
| Sublimest discretions have club’d | | | 287 | 287 |
| The Aphorisms of Galen | ii. | 94 | 277 | 277 |
| The best of Poets write of F. | | 141 | 153 | 153 |
| The Hunt is up, the Hunt is up | | 20 | 30 | 30 |
| The Proctors are two, and no more | | 105 | 111 | 111 |
| The Spring is coming on | | 40 | 47 | 47 |
| The thirsty Earth drinks up | | | 22 | 22 |
| The Turk in linnen wraps | | 13 | 25 | 25 |
| The Wise Men were but seven | | | 232 | 232 |
| The World’s a bubble, and the life | | 104 | 110 | 110 |
| There dwelt a Maid in the C. g. | | 37 | 46 | 46 |
| There is a certain idle kind of cr. | | 140 | 152 | 152 |
| There was a jovial Tinker | | 17 | 27 | 27 |
| There was a Lady in this land | | 134 | | 223 |
| There was an old man had an acre | | 44 | 52 | 52 |
| There was three birds that built | | 139 | | Ra |
| There was three Cooks in C | ii. | 129 | 318 | 318 |
| There’s a lusty liquor which | | 132 | 140 | 140 |
| There’s many a blinking verse | ii. | 35 | 221 | 221 |
| Three merry Boys came out | | | 220 | 220 |
| Three merry Lads met at the Rose | | | 143 | 143 |
| ’Tis not the Silver nor Gold | | 109 | 115 | 115 |
| To friend and to foe | | 38 | 23 | 23 |
| Tobacco that is wither’d quite | | 16 | 26 | 26 |
| Tom and Will were Shepherd | | | 149 | 149 |
| Upon a certain time | | | 146 | Rb |
| Upon a Summer’s day | | 148 | | 230 |
| Wake all you Dead, what ho! | | | 151 | 151 |
| Walking abroad in the m. | | 76 | 81 | 81 |
| We Seamen are the honest boys | | 152 | 162 | 162 |
| What an Ass is he, Waits, &c. | ii. | 90 | 273 | 273 |
| What Fortune had I, poor Maid | ii. | 152 | 341 | 341 |
| What is that you call a Maid. | ii. | 68 | 249 | 249 |
| What though the ill times do run | | 116 | 124 | 124 |
| What though the times produce | | 161 | | Rd |
| When blind god Cupid, all in an | ii. | 2 | 188 | 188 |
| When first Mardike was made | | 4 | 12 | 12 |
| When first the Scottishwar | | 89 | 93 | 93 |
| When I a Lady do intend to flatter | ii. | 158 | 348 | 348 |
| When I do travel in the night | ii. | 73 | 255 | 255 |
| When I’se came first to London | ii. | 133 | 323 | 323 |
| When Phœbus had drest | ii. | 69 | 250 | 250 |
| When the chill Charokoe blows | | 155 | 164 | 164 |
| White bears have lately come | | 149 | 159 | 159 |
| Why should a man care | ii. | 146 | 337 | 337 |
| Why should we boast of Arthur | ii. | 122 | 309 | 309 |
| Why should we not laugh | ii. | 136 | 326 | 326 |
| Will you hear a strange thing | | 53 | 62 | 62 |
| You Gods, that rule upon | ii. | 21 | | 233 |
| You talk of New England | ii. | 84 | 266 | 266 |
| You that in love do mean to sport | ii. | 22 | | 235 |