The tongue of love from heart bespeaks my sprite, iv. 261.  The tongue of Love within my vitals speaketh, viii. 319.  The toothstick love I not; for when I say, The road is lonesome; grow my grief and need, m. 13.  The weaver-wight wrote with gold-ore bright, viii. 210.  The whiskers write upon his cheek with ambergris on pearl, vii. 277 The wide plain is narrowed before these eyes, viii. 28.  The wise have said that the white of hair, viii. 294.  The world hath shot me with its sorrow till, vii. 340.  The world sware that for ever ’twould gar me grieve, viii. 243.  The world tears man to shreds, so be thou not, ix. 295.  The world tricks I admire betwixt me and her, ix. 242.  The world’s best joys long be thy lot, my lord, i. 203.  The zephyr breatheth o’er its branches, like, viii. 267.  Their image bides with me, ne’er quits me, ne’er shall fly, viii. 66.  Their tracts I see, and pine with pain and pang, i. 151.  There be no writer who from death shall fleet, i. 128.  There be rulers who have ruled with a foul tyrannic sway, i. 60.  There remaineth not aught save a fluttering breath, viii. 124.  There remains to him naught save a flitting breath, vii. 119.  They blamed me for causing my tears to well, ix. 29.  They bore him bier’d and all who followed wept, ii. 281.  They find me fault with her where I default ne’er find, v. 80.  They have cruelly ta’en me from him my beloved, v. 51.  They’re gone who when thou stoodest at their door, iv. 200.  They ruled awhile and theirs was harsh tyrannic rule, iv. 220.  They said, Thou revest upon the person thou lovest, iv. 205.  They say me, “Thou shinest a light to mankind,” i. 187.  They shine fullest moons, unveil crescent bright, viii. 304.  They talked of three beauties whose converse was quite, vii. 112.  Thine image ever companies my sprite, iii. 259.  Thine image in these eyne, a-lip thy name, iii. 179.  Think not from her, of whom thou art enamoured, viii. 216.  Thinkest thou thyself all prosperous, in days which prosp’rous be, viii. 309.  This be his recompense who will, ix. 17.  This day oppressor and oppressed meet, v. 258.  This garden and this lake in truth, viii. 207.  This house, my lady, since you left is now a home no more, i. 211.  This messenger shall give my news to thee, iii. 181.  This is a thing wherein destruction lies, i. 118.  This is she I will never forget till I die, viii. 304.  This is thy friend perplexed for pain and pine, iv. 279.  This one, whom hunger plagues, and rags enfold, vii. 129.  Tho’ ’tis thy wont to hide thy love perforce, iii. 65.  Thou art the cause that castest men in ban and bane, viii. 149.  Thou camest and green grew the hills anew, iii. 18.  Thou deemedst well of Time when days went well, ii. 12; iii. 253.  Thou hast a reed of rede to every land, i. 128. 
Thou hast failed who would sink me in ruin-sea, iii. 108. 
Thou hast granted more favours than ever I crave, ii. 32. 
Thou hast restored my wealth, sans greed and ere, iv. 111. 
Thou hast some art the hearts of men to clip, i. 241.