First-Line Index to B40

Lansdowne 740, British Library (The Lansdowne ms.)

Compiled January 12, 1999 by J. Syd Conner

In left-to-right order, each item listed below is identified by (a) its Donne Variorum short form (nc = noncanonical), (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 heading (HE) and first line.

                 ff. 1-39      Noncanonical material written in Greek, except for some Latin headings. 
                  f. 39v       blank
nc       B40.1   ff. 40-44v    HE  Chroysts Kirke on the greene
                               Was never in Scotland heard nor sene
nc       B40.2    f. 45        HE  om
                               Ther was a fayre faulcon broke out of a mewe
nc       B40.3    f. 45        HE  The powte's complaint.  [Note: a pout is a fish]
                               Com%Me brethern[sic] of the water And lett vs nowe assemble
nc       B40.4    f. 45v       HE  om
                               Noe vagabunduli sae%Lti & iucunduli taca tar taca tar tino.
nc       B40.5    f. 45v       HE  om
                               Twelue sortes of cakes my wife allowe's And bake's me not a dish 
nc       B40.6   ff. 46-55v    HE  Iter Boreale
                               Quid mihi cum Musis? quid cum Borealibus oris?
                 ff. 56-57v    A list or table of contents, some ciphering, and some unrelated phrases. 
                               Beal notes that ff. 57-137v comprise an independent miscellany, including  
                               50 Donne poems, within a composite volume. 
Sat3     B40.7   ff. 58-59     HE  A Satire. [colon-like dots directly under period]
                               Kind pitty choakes my spleene, braue scorne for bidds
Sat4     B40.8   ff. 59v-62v   HE  om
                               Well; I maye now receyue, and die; my sinn
Sat5     B40.9   ff. 63-64     HE  A. Satire. 3:
                               Thou shalt not Laughe in this leafe Muse, nor they
Sat2     B40.10  ff. 64v-66    HE  om
                               Sr thoughe (I thanke god for it) I doe hate
ElBrac   B40.11  ff. 66-67v    HE  Elegie. 1o.
                               Not that in Couller it was like thie Hayre,
nc       B40.12  ff. 68-69v    HE  A Satire: to Sr Nicholas Smith: 1602.|
                               Sleepe, next Society, and true ffrindshipp,
Sat1     B40.13  ff. 70-72     HE  Satyra
                               Away thou fondling Motley Humorist
                 ff. 72-74     [more ciphering on otherwise blank leaves]
nc       B40.14   f. 74v       HE  The occation of the wrightinge viz%M|
                               Pietie and Truth in whom soeuer makes vnitie, and vnitie [prose]
nc       B40.15  ff. 75-79v    HE  om
                               Each Woman is A Breefe of Womankind 
                               [marginal glosses throughout]
nc       B40.16   f. 79v       HE  The method|
                               ffirst of Mariage, and the effect thereof, Children. [prose]
nc       B40.17   f. 80r-v     HE  A verie woman [flourish]
                               Woman is A Dowbak'd man, or shee mente [prose]
nc       B40.18  ff. 80v-81    HE  [wr. in black-letter style] Her next parte [flourish]   
                               Her Lightnes getts her to swim at Topp of the Table, [prose]
nc       B40.19   f. 81r-v     HE [wr. in black-letter style] A good woman [flourish]
                               A good Woman is A comfort like [sic]aman, Shee lackes [flourish]
nc       B40.20   f. 81v       HE  The Epitath[sic] to Mr Cver:r[sic] wife.|
                               The Spann of my Daies measur'd, hear I rest,
ElComp   B40.21   f. 82r-v     HE  Eligia .2.
                               As the Sweet sweate of Roses in a still
ElPerf   B40.22   f. 83r-v     HE  Elegi.[sic]
                               Once, and but Once, found in thie companie,
ElChange B40.23   f. 84        HE  Elegia 4o.
                               Althoughe thie hand, and ffaith, and good workes to,
ElWar    B40.24  ff. 84v-85    HE  Eligi .5.
                               Till I haue peace wth thee, warr other men,
ElBed    B40.25   f. 85r-v     HE  Elegia .6.
                               Come Maddam come. All rest my powers defie,
ElAut    B40.26   f. 86r-v     HE  Widdow Her: / I D.
                               Noe Spring, nor Sum%Mer Beautie hath such grace
nc       B40.27  ff. 87-90v    HE  Bash.
                               I know not how it comes to passe
nc       B40.28  ff. 90v-91    HE  Lenuoy
                               My Masters all that reed this Rime
                 ff. 91v-94v[renumbered 93v] blank, except for some scattered ciphering. The original
                               f. 92r-v is missing, and the ms. is renumbered from f. 93 onward. 
nc       B40.29   f. 94        HE  Verses upo%M / Bp Fletcher, who / maried a Woman / of il Fame.
                               If any aske what Tarquin went to marrie
nc       B40.30   f. 94        HE  Fletcher Bp / of London 
                               It was a question in Harroldrie, ["I" embedded in 
                               profile of man's head--perhaps Bishop Fletcher's]
nc       B40.31   f. 94v       HE  om
                               A Mistres Aturney Scorning long to brooke
Storm    B40.32  ff. 95-96     HE  A Storme:.:
                               Thou, wch arte I, (t'is nothing to be soe[missing]
Calm     B40.33   f. 96r-v     HE   A Calme:.
                               Our Storme is paste, And that stormes tiran%Mous rage
ElAnag   B40.34   f. 97r-v     HE  Elegie
                               Marry and Loue thie Flauia, for shee
RWThird  B40.35   f. 98r-v     HE  To Mr Rowland Wodward.|
                               Like one, Who in her third Widdowhood doth professe
HWNews   B40.36  ff. 98v-99    HE  To Sr Henrie Wootton[flourish].
                               Heare is noe >%Vmore< newes then vertue: I may as well tell
nc       B40.37  ff. 99v-100   HE  om; ascribed to I:R:
                               Deare Loue, contynue nice and Chast
ConfL    B40.38   f. 100       HE  om
                               Som%Me man vnworthie to be possessour
                  f. 100v      blank
nc       B40.39   f. 101       HE  om
                               Wonder of Beautie, Goddesse of my sence,
nc       B40.40   f. 101       HE  om
                               ffaire eies doe not thinke scorne to reed of Loue,
nc       B40.41   f. 101v      HE om; ascribed to Sr Thomas Roe.
                               I can noe more resist nor yett subdue
nc       B40.42   f. 102       HE  An Epistle. To Mr Ben: Iohnson. Ia: 6: 1603.
                               The state, and mens affaiers, are the best plaies
nc       B40.43   f. 102v      HE  Another Epistle to Mr Ben: Ionson[flourish] No: 9. 1603.
                               If great men wronge me, I will spare my self;
nc       B40.44   f. 103r-v    HE  An Elegie to Mris Boulstred:  1602. [ascribed to I:R]
                               Shall I goe force an Elegie? abuse
nc       B40.45   f. 104r-v    HE  An Elegie. To S.r Tho: Roe |1603.
                               Tell her, if shee to hiered seruantes shew
nc       B40.46   f. 104v      HE  Elegia. [flourish]
                               True Loue tindes witt, but he whose witt doth moue
nc       B40.47   f. 105r-v    HE  An Elegie.| 
                               Come ffates, I feare you not, all whome I owe
Leg      B40.48   f. 106       HE  Legacie
                               When I died last, (and deare I die
Broken   B40.49   f. 106v      HE  Elegie |Broken Hart|
                               He is Starke madd whoe euer saies
nc       B40.50   f. 107       HE  om
                               Absence, heare thou* my protestation
Twick    B40.51   f. 107v      HE  Twittnam Garden.
                               Blasted wth sighes and surrounded wth teares
GoodM    B40.52   f. 108       HE  The Good Morrow.
                               I wonder by my troth what thou, and I
Curse    B40.53   f. 108v      HE  The Curss.|
                               Whoe euer guesses, thinkes, or dreames he knowes
LovAlch  B40.54   f. 109       HE  Mummy or Alchymy
                               Some that haue deeper digg'd Loues myne then I
Break    B40.55   f. 109v      HE  Breake of Daye.
                               T'is true, t'is daie; what thoughe it bee
SunRis   B40.56   f. 110       HE  Sunn Riseing
                               Busie old foole, vnrulie Sunn
Lect     B40.57   f. 110v      HE  Loues lecture vpon the shaddow.
                               Stand still, and I will read to thee
Triple   B40.58   f. 111       HE  The Triple ffoole.
                               I am two fooles I know
Image    B40.59   f. 111v      HE  Elegie
                               Image of Her whome I loue, more then shee,
LovDiet  B40.60   f. 112       HE  Loues diett
                               To what a cumbersom vnwildines [sp:sic]
ValMourn B40.61   f. 112v      HE  Elegie
                               As vertuous men passe mildlie awaie,
Mark     B40.62   f. 113r-v    HE  An Elegie vppon the death of the La: Markam.|
                               Man is the world, and death the Ocean
BedfShe  B40.63   f. 114r-v    HE   An Elegie to the La: Bedford.
                               You that are shee, and you, that's double shee
BedfReas B40.64  ff. 114v-15   HE  Another to the / Countis of Bed:
                               Maddam /Reason is our soules Lefte hand; faith her Right
BoulRec  B40.65  ff. 115v-16v  HE  An elegie vppon the death of Mris Bulstred.
                               Death I recant, and saie, vnsaied by me
BoulNar  B40.66   f. 117r-v    HE Another Elegie vpon the death of Mris Bowlstred
                               Language, thou arte to narrow, and to weake
ElServe  B40.67   f. 118r-v    HE  Elegiae%L.
                               Oh, lett >%Vnot< me serue soe, as those men serue
Will     B40.68   f. 119r-v    HE  L%+oues W%+ill
                               Before I sigh my last gaspe, Lett me breath 
                               [third stanza inserted below SS; looks scribal, but different pen]
nc       B40.69   f. 120r-v    HE  To the Countess of Rutland.
                               Maddam /So maie my verses pleasing bee
ElExpost B40.70   f. 121r-v    HE  Elegie
                               To make the doubt cleare, that noe woman's true
SGo      B40.71   f. 122       HE   A Songe.
                               Goe and catch a falling starr
LovDeity B40.72   f. 122v      HE  L%+oues Dietie[sp:sic]
                               I long to talke wth some ould lovers ghoste
Fun      B40.73   f. 123       HE  The Funerall.
                               Who euer comes to shrow'd me do not harme
LovUsury B40.74   f. 123v      HE  Loues vsurie
                               ffor euerie houre that thou willt spare me now
Flea     B40.75   f. 124       HE  om
                               Marke but this fflea, and marke in this
Commun   B40.76   f. 124v      HE  om
                               Good wee must loue, and must hate ill
WomCon   B40.77   f. 125       HE  Womans Constancy
                               Now thou hast lou'd me one whole daie
Dream    B40.78   f. 125v      HE  Dreame [ascribed to I: D: in LM at l. 1]
                               Deare Loue for nothing lesse then thee
ValWeep  B40.79   f. 126       HE  A valediction
                               L%+ett me powre forth
Fever    B40.80   f. 126v      HE  Of a feuer.
                               Oh doe not Die for I shall hate
Para     B40.81   f. 127       HE  om
                               Noe louer saith I loue, nor any other
nc       B40.82   f. 127v      HE  To Sicknes.
                               Whie Disease dost thou molest
nc       B40.83   f. 128       HE  om
                               A ffine yong priest of kin to ffrier ffrapper
nc       B40.84   f. 128v      HE  om
                               A Taylor thought a man of vpright dealing
nc       B40.85   f. 129r-v    HE  om
                               Vnto that Sparkling witt, that spirett of ffier,
nc       B40.86   f. 130       HE  om
                               [LM]Dedalus. There hath beene one that Stroue gainst natures powre
                  f. 130v      blank
nc       B40.87  ff. 131-33v   HE  The Remedie of Loue. [roman]
                               When Loue did read the Title of my booke
nc       B40.88  ff. 134-36v   HE  The Second parte of the Remedie of Loue.
                               Hitherto haue I breath'd, now will I bring
                 ff. 137-73v   no Donne material in this section

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