The Donne Variorum
First-Line Index to B32
Newcastle ms., British Library ms. Harley 4955
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 Away Thou changeling motley Humorist Sat2 B32.2, ff. 89-90v Sr. Though (I thanke god for it) I doe hate Sat3 B32.3, ff. 90v-91v Kind Pitty choakes my spleene; Braue skorne for bids Sat4 B32.4, ff. 91v-94v Well; I may nowe receive, and Dye; my sinne ElBrac B32.5, ff. 94v-95v Not that in colour it was like thy Hayre ElBed B32.6, ff. 95v-96 Come; Madame, come, All rest my Powers defye ElJeal B32.7, f. 96-96v Fond woman which wouldst haue thy husband dye ElAnag B32.8, ff. 96v-97 Marry, and loue thy Flauia, for shee ElChange B32.9, f. 97-97v Although thy hand, and fayth, & good workes too ElPerf B32.10, ff. 97v-98v Once, & but once fownd in thy Companee ElPict B32.11, f. 98v Here take my Picture, though I bid farewell Sorrow B32.12, ff. 98v-99 Sorrowe, who to this house, scarce knew the way ElServe B32.13, f. 99-99v Oh lett me not serue so, as those men serue ElWar B32.14, ff. 99v-100 Till I haue Peace with Thee, warr other men ElFatal B32.l5, f. 100r-v By our first strange, and fatall Interviewe ElNat B32.16, ff. 100v-01 Natures lay Ideott, I taught thee to love ElProg B32.17, ff. 10l-02 Who ever loves, yf he doe not propose Storm B32.18, ff. 102-03 Thou, which art I, (t'is nothing to be so) Calm B32.19, f. 103-03v Our storme is past, and that stormes tyrannous rage HWKiss B32.20, ff. 103v-04v Sr. More then kisses letters mingle soules Cross B32.21, ff. 104v-05 Synce Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe, dare I Mark B32.22, f. 105-05v Man is the world, and Death the Ocean BoulRec B32.23, f. 106r-v Death, I recant, & say, vnsayd by mee HG B32.24, ff. 106v-07 Who makes the Past, a Patterne for next yeare RWThird B32.25, f. 107v Like One who in her third widowhead doth professe HWNews B32.26, f. 108 Here is no more newes then vertue, I may as well BedfReas B32.27, f. 108r-v Maddam. / Reason ys our soules left hand, Faith her right BedfRef B32.28, ff. 108v-09v Madame. / you haue refin'd mee; And to worthyest thinges EdHerb B32.29, ff. 109v-10 Man is a lumpe, where all Beasts kneaded bee Annun B32.30, f. 110r-v Tamelye frayle Bodye, abstayne to day; to day Goodf B32.31, ff. 110v-11 Lett mans soule be a spheare, and then, in this Mess B32.32, f. 11r-v Send home my long stray'd Eyes to Mee Bait B32.33, f. 111v Come liue wth mee, and be my love Appar B32.34, f. 112 When by thy skorne, O murdres, I am dead Broken B32.35, f. 112r-v Hee is starke madd, who ever sayes Lect B32.36, f. 112v Stand still, and I will reade to Thee ValMourn B32.37, ff. 112v-13 As virtuovs men passe mildlye away GoodM B32.38, f. 113r-v I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I SGo B32.39, f. 113v Goe, and catch a falling starr WomCon B32.40, f. 114 Nowe thou hast lov'd mee one whole day Image B32.41, f. 114 Image of her, whom I love, more then shee SunRis B32.42, f. 114v Busy Old foole, vnruly sunne Ind B32.43, ff. 114 I can love both fayre and browne LovUsury B32.44, f. 115 For everye hower that thou wilt spare mee nowe Canon B32.45, ff. 115v-16 For Godsake hold your tounge, and lett mee love Triple B32.46, f. 116 I am two fooles, I knowe LovInf B32.47, f. 116-16v yf yett I haue not all your love SSweet B32.48, ff. 116v-17 Sweetest love I doe not goe, for wearynes of Thee Leg B32.49, f. 117 When I dyed last, And, Deare I dye Fever B32.50, f. 117-17v Oh doe not dye, for I shall hate Air B32.51, ff. 117v-18 Twice, or thrice had I lov'd Thee Break B32.52, f. 118 Tis trye,[sic?] tis daye, what though it bee Prohib B32.53, f. 118r-v Take heede ov[sic?] loveing mee Anniv B32.54, f. 118v All Kings, and all theyre fauorites ValName B32.55, f. 118v-19v My name engrau'd here in ElAut B32.56, f. 119v-120 Noe springe, nor summer beauty, hath such grace Twick B32.57, f. 120-120v Blasted wth sighes, and surrounded wth Teares BedfCab B32.58, f. 120v Madame. / That I might, make your Cabinett my Tombe ValBook B32.59, ff. 120v-21v Ile tell thee now; (Deare love) what thou shalt doe Commun B32.60, f. 121v Good wee must love, and most hate ill LovGrow B32.61, ff. 121v-22 I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure LovExch B32.62, f. 122r-v Love, any Devill else but you ConfL B32.63, f. 122v Some man vnworthy to bee Possessor Dream B32.64, ff. 122v-23 Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee ValWeep B32.65, f. 123r-v Lett mee power forth LovAlch B32.66, f. 123v Some that haue deeper digg'd loves Myne, then I Flea B32.67, f. 124 Marke but this Flea, and marke in this Curse B32.68, f. 124r-v Who ever guesses, Thinckes, or dreames he knowes Ecst B32.69, ff. 124v-25v When like a Pillowe on a Bed Under B32.70, ff. 125v-26 I haue done one brauer thing LovDeity B32.71, f. 126r-v I long to talke wth some olde lovers Ghost LovDiet B32.72, f. 126v To what a Cumbersome vnwieldines Will B32.73, f. 127r-v Before I sigh my last gaspe, lett mee breath Fun B32.74, f. 127v Who ever comes to shroude mee, doe no harme Carey B32.75, ff. 127v-28v Madame / Here where by All, All sayntes invoked are EpEliz B32.76, ff. 128v-30 Hayle Bishop Valentine, whose Day this is TWHence B32.77, f. 130 At once from hence my lynes, and I depart Blos B32.78, f. 130r-v Litle thinckst thou, poore flovre Prim B32.79, ff. 130v-31 Vpon this Prymerose hill Relic B32.80, f. 131r-v When my Graue is broke vp agayne Damp B32.81, ff. 131v-32 When I ame Deade, and Doctors knowe not why Eclog B32.82, ff. 132-35 Vnseasonable Man, statue of Ice Lit B32.83, ff. 135-38v Father of Heau'n, and Hym, by whome Cor1 B32.84, ff. 138v-39v Deigne at my handes thys Crowne of Prayer, and Prayse HSDue B32.85, f. 139v As due by manye Tithes, I resigne HSBlack B32.86, ff. 139v-40 Oh my blacke soule, now thou art sommoned HSScene B32.87, f. 140 This is my Playes last sceane, here heauens appoynte HSRound B32.88, f. 140 At the round Earths Imagind cornors, blowe HSMin B32.89, f. 140r-v If Poysonous Mineralls, & if that Tree HSDeath B32.90, f. 140v Death be not Proud, though some haue called Thee HSSpit B32.91, f. 140v Spitt in my face you Iewes, & peirce my side HSWhy B32.92, ff. 140v-41 Why are wee by all Creatures wayted on? HSWhat B32.93, f. 141 What if this Present, were the worlds last Night? HSBatter B32.94, f. 141 Batter my hart, three Person'd God; for you HSWilt B32.95, f. 141r-v Wilt thou love God, as Hee thee, then digest HSPart B32.96, f. 141v Father, Part of his double Interest Sal B32.97, ff. 141v-42 Fayre, Greatt, & Good, since seeing you, wee see Har B32.98, ff. 142v-44v Fayre soule, wch wast no onelye, as all soules bee [ornamental scribal device to end the section, bottom of f.144v]