DigitalDonne: the Online Variorum

First-Line Index to C8

Add. 8467, Cambridge University Library ms. (Leconfield ms.)

Compiled by Ted-Larry Pebworth

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 heading (HE) and first line.

Additional information: An asterisk (*) following a first line indicates that the poem is entered in a hand other than the primary scribal hand. Superscript letters have been silently lowered to the line of print. 

Sat1      C8.l   ff.l-3v      HE Satyre.
                              Awaie thou fondling motley humorist
Sat2      C8.2   ff.3v-6v     HE Satyre.2.d.|
                              Sr. though (I thanck god for itt) I doe hate
Sat3      C8.3   ff.6v-9      HE [LM:Satyr.3.]
                              Kinde pittie chokes my spleene; braue skorne forbids
Sat4      C8.4   ff.9-15v     HE Satyre:|
                              Well, I maie nowe receiue and dye: My sinne
Sat5      C8.5   ff.15v-17v   HE Satirr.|
                              Thou shalt not laugh, in this leafe, Muse, nor they
ElBrac    C8.6   ff.17v-20v   HE Elegie .
                              Not that in couller itt was like thy haire
ElBed     C8.7   ff.20v-22    HE Elegie. 2d
                              Come, madam come, all rest my powers defye
ElJeal    C8.8   ff.22-23     HE Elegie. 3d.
                              ffond woman, which wouldst haue thy housband dye
ElAnag    C8.9   ff.23-24v    HE Elegie. 4th.|
                              Marrie, and loue thy Flauia, for shee
ElChange  C8.l0  ff.24v-25    HE Elegie 5th.
                              Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too
ElPerf    C8.ll  ff.25v-27    HE Elegie 6th.
                              Once and butt once fownd in thy companie
ElPict    C8.12   f.27-27v    HE Elegie: 7th.|
                              Heere take my picture, though I bid farwell
Sorrow    C8.13  ff.27v-28    HE Elegie 8th./ [27v]
                              Sorrowe, whoe to this house skarce knew the waye
ElServe   C8.14  ff.28v-29v   HE Elegie. 9th.
                              Oh, lett me not serue so, as those men serue
ElWar     C8.15  ff.29v-30v   HE Elegie 10th.
                              'Till I haue peace wth thee, warr other men
ElFatal   C8.16  ff.30v-32    HE Elegie 11th. 
                              By our first strange and fatall Interveiwe
ElNat     C8.17  ff.32-33     HE Elegie. 12th.
                              Natures lay Ideott, I taught thee to loue
ElProg    C8.18  ff.33-35v    HE Elegie 13.
                              Whoe euer loues, if hee doe not propose
Storm     C8.l9  ff.35v-37    HE XThe storme. To M:r Christofer Brooke.
                              Thou wch art I, (T'is nothing to be so)
Calm      C8.20  ff.37-38v    HE The Calme.|
                              Our storme is past, and that stormes, tyrannous rage
HWKiss    C8.21  ff.38v-40    HE To S:r Henrie Wotton
                              Sr: more then Kisses, letters mingle soules
Cross     C8.22  ff.40-41v    HE The Crosse.
                              Since Christ imbrac'd the Crosse itt self, dare I
Mark      C8.23  ff.41v-43    HE Elegie on the Ladie Markham.
                              Man is the worlde, and death the Ocean
BoulRec   C8.24  ff.43-44v    HE Elegie on Mrs: Boulstred.
                              Death,I recant, and saie, vnsaid by mee
HG        C8.25  ff.45-46     HE To S:r Henrie Goodiere /[var:>>To Dina]
                              Whoe makes the past, a patterne for next yeere
RWThird   C8.26  ff.46-47     HE To Mr Rowland Woodward.
                              Like one, whoe in her third widowhead dooth professe
HWNews    C8.27   f.47-47v    HE To S:r Henrie Wotton.
                              Heere is no more newes, then virtue, I may as well
BedfReas  C8.28   f.48-48v    He To the Countesse of Bedford.
                              Madame. /Reason is our soules left hand, faith her right
BedfRef   C8.29  ff.48v-50v   HE To the Countesse of Bedford
                              Madame. /You haue refin'd mee, and to worthiest things
EdHerb    C8.30  ff.50v-51v   HE [To S:r Edward Herbert.] At Iuliers.
                              Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee
Annun     C8.31  ff.51v-52v   HE The Annunciation.
                              Tamelie fraile bodie, abstaine to day: To daie
Goodf     C8.32  ff.52v-53v   HE Goodfridaie. 1613. Riding towards wales.
                              Lett mans soule be a spheare, and then in this
Carey     C8.33  ff.53v-55v   HE A lettr to the Ladie Carey, and M:rs /Essex Rich, from Amyens. [53v]
                              Madame. /Heere, where by all, all Saints inuoked are       
Sal       C8.34  ff.55v-57    HE [To the Countesse of Salisbury.] August 1614|
                              Faire, great, and good, since seeing you wee see
Lit       C8.35  ff.57-63v    HE The Letanie /The ffather.| /[f.57v]1.|] [CW(f.57):Father|]
                              Father of heauen, and him by whome
Witch     C8.36  ff.63v-64    HE om
                              I fixe myne eye on thine, and there *
Commun    C8.37   f.64-64v    HE om
                              Good we must loue, and must hate ill * [1st APP., BUT SCRIBE B]
                 ff.65-68v    [BLANK, BUT NUMBERED LEAVES]
Mess      C8.38   f.69-69v    HE Song
                              Send home my long straid eies to mee
Bait      C8.39  ff.69v-70    HE om
                              Come liue wth mee, and be my loue
Appar     C8.40   f.70-70v    HE The apparition.
                              When by thy skorne, O Murdres I am dead
Broken    C8.41  ff.70v-71v   HE Song.|
                              Hee is stark mad, whoe euer saies
Lect      C8.42  ff.71v-72    HE om
                              Stand still, and I will read to thee
ValMourn  C8.43  ff.72-73     HE A Valediction.
                              As virtuous men, pass mildlie awaye
GoodM     C8.44   f.73-73v    HE om
                              I wonder, by my troth, what thou, and I
SGo       C8.45  ff.73v-74v   HE Song.|
                              Goe, and catch a falling starr
WomCon    C8.46   f.74v       HE Song.
                              Now thou hast lou'd mee one whole daie
Image     C8.47   f.75-75v    HE om																							
                              Image of her, whome I loue more then shee
SunRis    C8.48  ff.75v-76    HE To the Sunne.
                              Busie olde foole, vnrulie sunne
Ind       C8.49  ff.76-77     HE Song:|
                              I can loue boath faire and browne
LovUsury  C8.50   f.77-77v    HE om
                              For euerie hower that thou wilt spare me now
Canon     C8.51  ff.77v-8v    HE The Canonizac%Mon
                              For Gods sake holde your tongue and lett me loue
Triple    C8.52  ff.78v-79    HE Song.|
                              I am twoe fooles I knowe
LovInf    C8.53  ff.79-80     HE om
                              Yf yett, I haue not all your loue
SSweet    C8.54   f.80-80v    HE Song.
                              Sweetest loue, I doe not goe, for wearines of thee
Leg       C8.55  ff.80v-81    HE Song.
                              When I dyed last, And deare I dye
Fever     C8.56  ff.81-82     HE A Feauer.
                              Oh, doe not dye, for I shall hate
Air       C8.57   f.82-82v    HE Ayre and Angells
                              Twice or thrice, had I lou'd thee
Break     C8.58  ff.82v-83    HE om
                              T'is true, t'is daie, what though itt bee
Anniv     C8.59   f.83-83v    HE om
                              All Kings, and all theire fauorites
ValName   C8.60  ff.84-85v    HE A Valediction of my name/ in the windowe.
                              My name engrau'd heerin
ElAut     C8.61  ff.85v-86v   HE Elegie Autumnall.
                              No spring, nor Summer, bewtie hath such grace
Twick     C8.62  ff.86v-87    HE om
                              Blasted wth sigh's, and surrounded wth teares
ValBook   C8.63  ff.87-89     HE Valediction of the booke.|
                              Ile tell thee now (deare loue) what thou shalt doe
Commun    C8.64   f.89-89v    HE om
                              Good wee must loue, and must hate ill [2nd APP., BUT SCRIBE A]
LovGrow   C8.65  ff.89v-90    HE Spring.|
                              I skarce beleiue my loue, to be so pure
LovExch   C8.66  ff.90-91     HE om
                              Loue anie Deuill else butt you
ConfL     C8.67   f.9l-91v    HE om
                              Some man vnworthie to be possessor
Dream     C8.68   f.92-92v    HE The Dreame.
                              Deare loue, for nothing lesse then thee
ValWeep   C8.69  ff.92v-93    HE A Valediction.
                              Lett me powre forth
LovAlch   C8.70   f.93-93v    HE Mummie.
                              Some that haue deeper digg'd loues myne then I
Flea      C8.71   f.94-94v    HE The fflea.
                              Marke butt this Flea, and mark in this
Curse     C8.72  ff.94v-95    HE The Curse.
                              Who euer guesses, thinks, or dreames he knowes
Ecst      C8.73  ff.95v-97    HE The Extasie.
                              Where like a pillowe, on a bedd
Under     C8.74   f.97-97v    HE om
                              I haue done one brauer thing
LovDeity  C8.75  ff.97v-98v   HE Loues Deitie
                              I long to talk with some old louers ghost
LovDiet   C8.76  ff.98v-99    HE Loues Diett.
                              To what a cumbersome vnweildines
Will      C8.77  ff.99-l00    HE The Will
                              Before I sigh my last gaspe, lett me breath
Fun       C8.78   f.l00-l00v  HE The Funerall.
                              Whoe euer comes to shroud me, doe no harme
Blos      C8.79   f.l0l-l0lv  HE The blossom.|
                              Little thinck'st thou poore flower
Prim      C8.80   f.l02-102v  HE The Primerose
                              Vpon this Primrose hill
Relic     C8.81  ff.l02v-l03v HE  The Relique.
                              When, my graue is broke vp againe
Damp      C8.82  ff.103v-l04  HE The Dampe.|
                              When I am dead, and Doctors know not why
EpEliz    C8.83  ff.104-l06v  HE An Epithalamion or mariage song
                              Haile Bishop Valentine, whose daie this is
Eclog     C8.84  ff.106v-113  HE Ecclogue.
                              Vnseasonable man, Statue of Ice
Har       C8.85  ff.113-ll8v  HE Obsequies to the Lo: Harrington broth%5r%6 to the Countesse of Bedford.
                              Faire soule, which was not onlie as all soules bee
                  f.[l19]     [BLANK, UNNUMBERED LEAF]
                 ff.[120-22]  [FIRST-LINE INDEX, in the hand that entered poems 36 and 37]

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