The Donne Variorum
First-Line Index to C2
Cambridge Balam ms., Cambridge University Library MS Add. 5778
Compiled by Ted-Larry Pebworth
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) a diplomatic transcription of its first line.
f. 5r-v Heading and prose epistle of Metem (see next item) Metem C2.l ff. 5v-12 I singe the Progresse of a Deathles Soule Cor C2.2 ff. 12-13 Digne at my hands thys Crowne of Prayer and Prayse HSDue C2.3 f. 13v As due by many Titles I resigne HSBlack C2.4 f. 13v Oh my blacke Soule, now thou art Summoned HSScene C2.5 f. 13v This is my Playes last Scene, here Heavens appoynt HSRound C2.6 f. 14 At ye round Earths Imagin'd Corners, blowe HSMin C2.7 f. 14 If Poysonous Myneralls, and yf that Tree HSDeath C2.8 f. 14 Death be not Prowd, though some haue called Thee HSSpit C2.9 f. 14v Spitt in my Face you Jewes, and Pierce my side HSWhy C2.1O f. 14v Why are wee by all Creatures waited on? HSWhat C2.11 f. 14v What yf this Present, were the Worlds last night? HSBatter C2.12 f. 15 Better[sic] my Hart, Three Person'd God; for you HSWilt C2.13 f. 15 Wilt thou loue God, as Hee, Thee, then Digest HSPart C2.14 f. 15 Father, part of his doble Interest Sat1 C2.15 ff. 15v-16v Away thou fondlinge Motley Humorist Sat2 C2.16 ff. 16v-18 Sr. Though (I thanke God for yt) I doe hate Sat3 C2.17 ff. 18-19 Kind Pittye choakes my Spleene; Brave scorne forbids Sat4 C2.18 ff. 19-22 Well, I may now receive, & dye; my sin Sat5 C2.19 ff. 22-23v Thou shalt not laugh in thys leafe, Muse, nor they ElBrac C2.20 ff. 23v-25 Not yt in Couller yt was lyke thy hayre ElBed C2.21 f. 25-25v Come, Madame, Come, All Rest my powers defye ElJeal C2.22 ff. 25v-26 Fond woaman wch wouldst haue thy husband dye ElAnag C2.23 ff. 26-27 Marry, and love thy Flavea, for shee ElChange C2.24 f. 27r-v Although thy hand and fayth, and good workes too ElPerf C2.25 ff. 27v-28v Once and but once found in thy Companye ElPict C2.26 ff. 28v-29 Here take my Picture, though I bid farwell Sorrow C2.27 f. 29 Sorrowe, who to this house, scarce knew the way ElServe C2.28 ff. 29-3O Oh, lett me not serve soe, as those Men serve ElWar C2.29 f. 30-30v Till I haue Peace wth thee, warr other Men ElFatal C2.30 ff. 30v-31v By our first strange & fatall Interviewe ElNat C2.31 f. 31v Natures lay Ideott, I taught Thee to loue ElProg C2.32 ff. 32-33 Who ever loues, yf hee doe not propose Storm C2.33 ff. 33-34 Thou wch art I, (t'is nothinge to bee soe) Calm C2.34 ff. 34-35 Our Storme ys past, & yt Stormes Tyrannous rage HWKiss C2.35 ff. 35-36 Sr, letters, more then kisses, mingle Soules Cross C2.36 ff. 36-37 Since Christ embrac'd the Crosse yt selfe, Dare I Mark C2.37 ff. 37-38 Man is the World, and Death the ocean BoulRec C2.38 ff. 38-39 Death, I Recant, and say vnsay'd by Mee HG C2.39 f. 39-39v Who makes the Past, a Patterne for next Yeare RWThird C2.40 ff. 39v-40 Lyke One Who in her Third Widowheade doth profes HWNews C2.41 f. 40-40v Here ys noe more newes, then vertue, I may as well BedfReas C2.42 ff. 40v-41 Madame. /Reason ys our Soules lefthand, Fayth her Right BedfRef C2.43 ff. 41-42 Madame. /You haue refyn'd Mee, and to worthyest Things EdHerb C2.44 f. 42-42v Man is a lumpe, where all Beasts kneaded Bee Annun C2.45 ff. 42v-43 Taymelye frayle Bodye, abstayne to day; To day Goodf C2.46 ff. 43v-44 Let Mans Soule be a spheare, and then in thys Carey C2.47 ff. 44-45 Madame. /Here where by all, all Saints invoked are Sal C2.48 ff. 45-46 Fayre, great, and good, since seeinge yow, wee see Lit C2.49 ff. 46-49v Father of Heaven, and hym by whome Mess C2.50 ff. 49v-50 Send home my longe strayde eyes to Mee Bait C2.51 f. 50-50v Come liue wth Mee, and be my Loue Appar C2.52 f. 50v When by thy Scorne, O Murdres, I am dead Broken C2.53 ff. 50v-51 Hee ys starke Madde, who ever sayes Lect C2.54 f. 51-51v Stand still and I will reade to Thee ValMourn C2.55 ff. 51v-52 As Virtuous Men passe myldlye away GoodM C2.56 f. 52-52v I wonder by my Troth, what Thou, and I SGo C2.57 ff. 52v-53 Goe, and catch a Fallinge Starre WomCon C2.58 f. 53 Now Thou hast lov'd Mee one whole day Image C2.59 f. 53-53v Image of her whome I loue, more then Shee SunRis C2.60 ff. 53v-54 Busy old Foole, vnrulye Sunne Ind C2.61 f. 54 I can loue both fayre & browne LovUsury C2.62 f. 54-54v For every hower that Thou wilt spare mee now Canon C2.63 ff. 54v-55 For godsake holld yor Tongue, and lett Mee love Triple C2.64 f. 55-55v I am two Fooles, I knowe LovInf C2.65 ff. 55v-56 Yf yet I haue not all Yor loue SSweet C2.66 f. 56-56v Sweetest loue I doe not goe, for Wearines of Thee Leg C2.67 ff. 56v-57 When I dyed last, and Deare I dye Fever C2.68 f. 57 Oh do not dye, for I shall hate Air C2.69 f. 57v Twice or Thrice had I lou'd Thee Break C2.70 ff. 57v-58 Tis true, tis day, what though yt be Anniv C2.71 f. 58-58v All Kings, and all theyre Favorites ValName C2.72 ff. 58v-59v My name engrau'd herein ElAut C2.73 ff. 59v-60v No springe, nor Summer Beauty, hath such grace Twick C2.74 f. 60v Blasted wth sighes, and surrounded wth Teares ValBook C2.75 f. 61-61v Ile tell Thee now, (deare loue) what thou shalt doe Commun C2.76 ff. 61v-62 Good wee must loue, and must hate Ill LovGrow C2.77 f. 62-62v I scarce beleeve my love to be soe pure LovExch C2.78 ff. 62v-63 Loue any Devill else but yow ConfL C2.79 f. 63-63v Some Man vnworthy to bee possessor Dream C2.80 ff. 63v-64 Deare Loue, for nothinge lesse then Thee ValWeep C2.81 f. 64-64v Lett mee powre forth LovAlch C2.82 ff. 64v-65 Some yt haue deeper digg'd loues Myne then I Flea C2.83 f. 65 Marke but thys Flea, and marke in Thys Curse C2.84 f. 65-65v Who ever gesses, thinks, or dreames, he knowes Ecst C2.85 ff. 65v-67 Where lyke a Pillowe on a Bedd Under C2.86 f. 67 I haue done one Braver Thinge LovDeity C2.87 f. 67v I long to talke wth some olld lovers Ghost LovDiet C2.88 ff. 67v-68 To what a Cumbersome vnwildinesse Will C2.89 ff. 68v-69 Before I sigh my last gaspe, let Mee breath Fun C2.90 f. 69r-v Who ever comes to shroude Mee, doe noe harme Blos C2.91 ff. 69v-70 Little thinkest Thou poore Flower Prim C2.92 f. 70r-v Vpon thys Primerose hill Relic C2.93 ff. 70v-71 When my Grave ys broake vp agayne Damp C2.94 f. 71r-v When I an[sic] dead, and Doctors know not Why EpEliz C2.95 ff. 71v-73 Hayle Bishop Valentine, whose day, this ys Eclog C2.96 ff. 73-77 Vnseasonable Man, Statue of Ice Har C2.97 ff. 77-80v Fayre Soule, wch was not onely, as all soules bee At the bottom of f. 80v: Finis.