First-Line Index to B32

Harley 4955, British Library ms. (Newcastle ms.)

Headings added by Nazenin Ozkan Carpenter, June 2012

In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form, (b) a siglum-plus-ordinal-position item tag, (c) its location in the artifact (by folio or page nos.), and (d) diplomatic transcriptions of its first line.  Superscripts have been silently lowered to the line of print.

Sat1      B32.1,  ff. 88-89     HE >>Doctor:<< Satyre: 1:. >>Doone:.<<
                                Away Thou changeling motley Humorist                    
Sat2      B32.2,  ff. 89-90v    HE Satyre:. 2d
                                Sr. Though (I thanke god for it) I doe hate
Sat3      B32.3,  ff. 90v-91v   HE Satyre: 3.d
                                Kind Pitty choakes my spleene; Braue skorne for bids    
Sat4      B32.4,  ff. 91v-94v   HE Satyre:.
                                Well; I may nowe receive, and Dye; my sinne             
ElBrac    B32.5,  ff. 94v-95v   HE Elegye.
                                Not that in colour it was like thy Hayre                
ElBed     B32.6,  ff. 95v-96    HE Elegye:.
                                Come; Madame, come, All rest my Powers defye            
ElJeal    B32.7,   f. 96-96v    HE Elegye:.
                                Fond woman which wouldst haue thy husband dye           
ElAnag    B32.8,  ff. 96v-97    HE Elegye:.
                                Marry, and loue thy Flauia, for shee                    
ElChange  B32.9,   f. 97-97v    HE Elegye
                                Although thy hand, and fayth, & good workes too         
ElPerf    B32.10, ff. 97v-98v   HE Elegye:.
                                Once, but once fownd in thy Companee                  
ElPict    B32.11,  f. 98v       HE Elegye:.
;                               Here take my Picture, though I bid farewell             
Sorrow    B32.12, ff. 98v-99    HE Elegye:. [98v]
                                Sorrowe, who to this house, scarce knew the way         
ElServe   B32.13,  f. 99-99v    HE Elegye:.
                                Oh lett me not serue so, as those men serue             
ElWar     B32.14, ff. 99v-100   HE Elegye:.
                                Till I haue Peace with Thee, warr other men             
ElFatal   B32.l5,  f. 100r-v    HE Elegye:.
                                By our first strange, and fatall Interviewe             
ElNat     B32.16, ff. 100v-01   HE Elegye:.
                                Natures lay Ideott, I taught thee to love               
ElProg    B32.17, ff. 10l-02    HE Elegye. On loves Progresse
                                Who ever loves, yf he doe not propose                   
Storm     B32.18, ff. 102-03    HE The Storme:.
                                Thou, which art I, (t'is nothing to be so)              
Calm      B32.19,  f. 103-03v   HE The Calme:.
                                Our storme is past, and that stormes tyrannous rage     
HWKiss    B32.20, ff. 103v-04v  HE To Sr Hen:. Wotton:.
                                Sr. More then kisses letters mingle soules              
Cross     B32.21, ff. 104v-05   HE The Crosse:.
                                Synce Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe, dare I       
Mark      B32.22,  f. 105-05v   HE Elegye.  On the Lady Marckhame.
                                Man is the world, and Death the Ocean                   
BoulRec   B32.23,  f. 106r-v    HE Elegye on Mrs Boulstrod:~
                                Death, I recant, & say, vnsayd by mee                   
HG        B32.24, ff. 106v-07   HE To Sr Henry Good>w%>y<re
                                Who makes the Past, a Patterne for next yeare           
RWThird   B32.25,  f. 107v      HE To Mr Rowland Woodward
                                Like One who in her third widowhead doth professe       
HWNews    B32.26,  f. 108       HE To Sr Henrye Wooton:.
                                Here is no more newes then vertue, I may as well        
BedfReas  B32.27,  f. 108r-v    HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
                                Maddam. / Reason ys our soules left hand, Faith her right
BedfRef   B32.28, ff. 108v-09v  HE To the Countesse of Bedford
                                Madame. / you haue refin'd mee; And to worthyest thinges  
EdHerb    B32.29, ff. 109v-10   HE To Sr Ed:. Herbert at Iulyers [see_notes]
                                Man is a lumpe, where all Beasts kneaded bee            
Annun     B32.30,  f. 110r-v    HE The Annuntiation:. 
                                Tamelye frayle Bodye, abstayne to day; to day           
Goodf     B32.31, ff. 110v-11   HE Goodf[lacuna]day. 1613. Riding to Sr Edward /Harber* in wales
                                Lett mans soule be a spheare, and then, in this         
Mess      B32.32,  f. 111r-v    HE Song:.
                                Send home my long stray'd Eyes to Mee                   
Bait      B32.33,  f. 111v      HE Song:.
                                Come liue wth mee, and be my love                       
Appar     B32.34,  f. 112       HE The Apparition:
                                When by thy skorne, O murdres, I am dead                
Broken    B32.35,  f. 112r-v    HE Song:
                                Hee is starke madd, who ever sayes                      
Lect      B32.36,  f. 112v      HE om
                                Stand still, and I will reade to Thee                   
ValMourn  B32.37, ff. 112v-13   HE A Valediction:.
                                As virtuovs men passe mildlye away                      
GoodM     B32.38,  f. 113r-v    HE om
                                I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I                  
SGo       B32.39,  f. 113v      HE Song:.
                                Goe, and catch a falling starr                          
WomCon    B32.40,  f. 114       HE om
                                Nowe thou hast lov'd mee one whole day                  
Image     B32.41,  f. 114       HE om
                                Image of her, whom I love, more then shee               
SunRis    B32.42,  f. 114v      HE Ad Solem
                                Busy Old foole, vnruly sunne                            
Ind       B32.43, ff. 114v-15   HE Song:.
                                I can love both fayre and browne                        
LovUsury  B32.44,  f. 115       HE om
                                For everye hower that thou wilt spare mee nowe          
Canon     B32.45, ff. 115v-16   HE The Canonization:. [in_top_margin]
                                For Godsake hold your tounge, and lett mee love         
Triple    B32.46,  f. 116       HE Song
                                I am two fooles, I knowe                                
LovInf    B32.47,  f. 116-16v   HE om
                                yf yett I haue not all your love                        
SSweet    B32.48, ff. 116v-17   HE Song:.
                                Sweetest love I doe not goe, for wearynes of Thee       
Leg       B32.49,  f. 117       HE Song
                                When I dyed last, And, Deare I dye                      
Fever     B32.50,  f. 117-17v   HE A Feauer:.
                                Oh doe not dye, for I shall hate                        
Air       B32.51, ff. 117v-18   HE Ayre & Angells:.
                                Twice, or thrice had I lov'd Thee                       
Break     B32.52,  f. 118       HE om
                                Tis trye,[sic?] tis daye, what though it bee            
Prohib    B32.53,  f. 118r-v    HE om
                                Take heede ov[sic?] loveing mee                         
Anniv     B32.54,  f. 118v      HE om
                                All Kings, and all theyre fauorites                     
ValName   B32.55,  f. 118v-19v  HE A Valediction: Of my name in the windowe,
                                My name engrau'd here in                                
ElAut     B32.56,  f. 119v-120  HE Elegye. Autumnall:.
                                Noe springe, nor summer beauty, hath such grace         
Twick     B32.57,  f. 120-120v  HE om
                                Blasted wth sighes, and surrounded wth Teares           
BedfCab   B32.58,  f. 120v      HE Epitaph:[3-dot]
                                Madame. / That I might, make your Cabinett my Tombe       
ValBook   B32.59, ff. 120v-21v  HE Valediction of the booke.
                                Ile tell thee now; (Deare love) what thou shalt doe     
Commun    B32.60,  f. 121v      HE om
                                Good wee must love, and most hate ill                   
LovGrow   B32.61, ff. 121v-22   HE Spring:.
                                I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure                  
LovExch   B32.62,  f. 122r-v    HE om
                                Love, any Devill else but you                           
ConfL     B32.63,  f. 122v      HE om
                                Some man vnworthy to bee Possessor                      
Dream     B32.64, ff. 122v-23   HE The Dreame.
                                Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee                 
ValWeep   B32.65,  f. 123r-v    HE A valediction:.
                                Lett mee power forth                                    
LovAlch   B32.66,  f. 123v      HE Mummye.
                                Some that haue deeper digg'd loves Myne, then I         
Flea      B32.67,  f. 124       HE The Flea.:
                                Marke but this Flea, and marke in this                  
Curse     B32.68,  f. 124r-v    HE The Curse
                                Who ever guesses, Thinckes, or dreames he knowes        
Ecst      B32.69, ff. 124v-25v  HE The Extasye
                                When like a Pillowe on a Bed                            
Under     B32.70, ff. 125v-26   HE om
                                I haue done one brauer thing                            
LovDeity  B32.71,  f. 126r-v    HE Loves Deitye:.
                                I long to talke wth some olde lovers Ghost              
LovDiet   B32.72,  f. 126v      HE Loves Dyett:.
                                To what a Cumbersome vnwieldines                        
Will      B32.73,  f. 127r-v    HE The will:.
                                Before I sigh my last gaspe, lett mee breath            
Fun       B32.74,  f. 127v      HE The Funerall:.
                                Who ever comes to shroude mee, doe no harme             
Carey     B32.75, ff. 127v-28v  HE A Letter To the Lady Carey & Mrs /Essex Rich. Amyens./ [127v]
                                Madame / Here where by All, All sayntes invoked are       
EpEliz    B32.76, ff. 128v-30   HE A Letter To the %3Lady Carey%4 & M%5rs%6 /Essex Rich. Amyens./ [127v]
                                Hayle Bishop Valentine, whose Day this is               
TWHence   B32.77,  f. 130       HE An Old Letter:.
                                At once from hence my lynes, and I depart               
Blos      B32.78,  f. 130r-v    HE The Blossome:.
                                Litle thinckst thou, poore flovre                       
Prim      B32.79, ff. 130v-31   HE The Primerose:.
                                Vpon this Prymerose hill                                
Relic     B32.80,  f. 131r-v    HE The Relique.|
                                When my Graue is broke vp agayne                        
Damp      B32.81, ff. 131v-32   HE The Dampe:.
                                When I ame Deade, and Doctors knowe not why             
Eclog     B32.82, ff. 132-35    HE Eclogue: [triangle of three dots] [132]
                                Vnseasonable Man, statue of Ice                         
Lit       B32.83, ff. 135-38v   HE The Letanye:. /The Father /[LM]1
                                Father of Heau'n, and Hym, by whome                     
Cor1      B32.84, ff. 138v-39v  HE La Corona. 1.
                                Deigne at my handes thys Crowne of Prayer, and Prayse   
HSDue     B32.85,  f. 139v      HE 1. Sonnett.
                                As due by manye Tithes, I resigne                       
HSBlack   B32.86, ff. 139v-40   HE .2|
                                Oh my blacke soule, now thou art sommoned               
HSScene   B32.87,  f. 140       HE 3.|
                                This is my Playes last sceane, here heauens appoynte    
HSRound   B32.88,  f. 140       HE 4.
                                At the round Earths Imagind cornors, blowe              
HSMin     B32.89,  f. 140r-v    HE 5
                                If Poysonous Mineralls, & if that Tree                  
HSDeath   B32.90,  f. 140v      HE 6.
                                Death be not Proud, though some haue called Thee        
HSSpit    B32.91,  f. 140v      HE 7.
                                Spitt in my face you Iewes, & peirce my side            
HSWhy     B32.92, ff. 140v-41   HE 8
                                Why are wee by all Creatures wayted on?                 
HSWhat    B32.93,  f. 141       HE 9
                                What if this Present, were the worlds last Night?       
HSBatter  B32.94,  f. 141       HE 10
                                Batter my hart, three Person'd God; for you             
HSWilt    B32.95,  f. 141r-v    HE 11.
                                Wilt thou love God, as Hee thee, then digest            
HSPart    B32.96,  f. 141v      HE 12.
                                Father, Part of his double Interest                     
Sal       B32.97, ff. 141v-42   HE To the Countesse of Salisbury. /Aug: 1614. [see_format_note]
                                Fayre, Greatt, & Good, since seeing you, wee see        
Har       B32.98, ff. 142v-44v  HE Obsequies to the Ld Harrington, Brother to the Countesse of Bedford./
                                Fayre soule, wch wast no onelye, as all soules bee      
[ornamental scribal device to end the section, bottom of f.144v]

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