INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

The poems marked * are contained in Appendixes B and C of doubtful or unauthentic poems. Those marked † are poems to or on Donne.

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[A Sheafe of Snakes used heretofore to be][399]
[*Absence heare my protestation][428]
[After those reverend papers, whose soule is][214]
[All haile sweet Poët, more full of more strong fire,][203]
[†All is not well when such a one as I][374]
[All Kings, and all their favorites][24]
[Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too,][82]
[*And though thy glasse a burning one become][462]
[As due by many titles I resigne][322]
[As the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still][90]
[As virtuous men passe mildly away][49]
[At once, from hence, my lines and I depart,][206]
[At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow][325]
[Away thou fondling motley humorist,][145]
[Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you][328]
[Before I sigh my last gaspe, let me breath,][56]
[*Beleeve yor Glasse, and if it tell you (Deare)][455]
[Beyond th'old Pillers many have travailed][76]
[Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares][28]
[Blest are your North parts, for all this long time][213]
[Both rob'd of aire, we both lye in one ground,][75]
[Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,][11]
[By childrens births, and death, I am become][75]
[*By Euphrates flowry side][424]
[By miracles exceeding power of man,][320]
[By our first strange and fatall interview,][111]
[†Can we not force from widdowed Poetry,][378]
[*Chast Love, let mee embrace thee in mine armes][445]
[*Come, Fates; I feare you not. All whom I owe][407]
[Come live with mee, and bee my love,][46]
[Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defie,][119]
[*Comend her? no. I dare not terme her fayre,][439]
[Compassion in the world againe is bred:][78]
[†Conquerar? ignavoque sequar tua funera planctu?][390]
[*Cruell since that thou dost not feare the curse][446]
[*Deare Love, continue nice and chaste,][412]
[Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee][37]
[Death be not proud, though some have called thee][326]
[*Death be not proud, thy hand gave not this blow,][422]
[Death I recant, and say, unsaid by mee][282]
[Deigne at my hands this crowne of prayer and praise,][318]
[†Donne dead? 'Tis here reported true, though I][386]
[†Donne, the delight of Phoebus, and each Muse,][5]
[Eternall God, (for whom who ever dare][348]
[Even as lame things thirst their perfection, so][208]
[Faire eies do not think scorne to read of Love][447]
[Faire, great, and good, since seeing you, wee see][224]
[Faire soule, which wast, not onely, as all soules bee,][271]
[*Farewel ye guilded follies, pleasing troubles,][465]
[Father of Heaven, and him, by whom][338]
[Father, part of his double interest][329]
[Fond woman, which would'st have thy husband die,][79]
[For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now][13]
[For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love][14]
[For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday,][69]
[*Fye, Fye you sonnes of Pallas what madd rage][435]
[God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine,][400]
[Goe, and catche a falling starre,][8]
[*Goe and Count her better howres][451]
[Good wee must love, and must hate ill,][32]
[*Greate and goode if she deryde mee][452]
[*Greate Lord of love, how busy still thou art][448]
[Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,][127]
[Harke newes, o envy, thou shalt heare descry'd][104]
[Hast thee harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure][205]
[He is starke mad, who ever sayes,][48]
[He that cannot chuse but love,][73]
[†Hee that would write an Epitaph for thee,][374]
[*He was the Word that spake it,][427]
[Her of your name, whose fair inheritance][317]
[†Heere lies Deane Donne; Enough; Those words alone][388]
[Here's no more newes, then vertue,'I may as well][187]
[Here take my Picture; though I bid farewell,][86]
[Here where by All All Saints invoked are,][221]
[Honour is so sublime perfection,][218]
[How sits this citie, late most populous,][354]
[I am a little world made cunningly][324]
[I am two fooles, I know,][16]
[I am unable, yonder begger cries,][76]
[I can love both faire and browne,][12]
[†I cannot blame those men, that knew thee well,][373]
[I fixe mine eye on thine, and there][45]
[I have done one braver thing][10]
[I'll tell thee now (deare Love) what thou shalt doe][29]
[I long to talke with some old lovers ghost,][54]
[I never stoop'd so low, as they][66]
[I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure][33]
[†I see in his last preach'd, and printed Booke,][3]
[I sing no harme good sooth to any wight,][105]
[I sing the progresse of a deathlesse soule,][295]
[*I that ye higher half of loues][440]
[I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I][7]
[If, as mine is, thy life a slumber be,][209]
[If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd][325]
[*If great men wrong me, I will spare my selfe;][415]
[*If her disdaine least change in you can move,][430]
[If in his Studie he hath so much care][77]
[If poysonous mineralls, and if that tree,][326]
[*If shaddowes be the pictures excellence;][460]
[If yet I have not all thy love,][17]
[If you from spoyle of th'old worlds farthest end][76]
[Image of her whom I love, more then she,][95]
[Immensitie cloysterd in thy deare wombe,][319]
[*In that, ô Queene of Queenes, thy birth was free][427]
[†In thy Impression of Donnes Poems rare,][3]
[In what torn ship soever I embarke,][352]
[†Is Donne, great Donne deceas'd? then England say][376]
[Is not thy sacred hunger of science][212]
[Kinde pitty chokes my spleene; brave scorn forbids][154]
[Kindly I envy thy songs perfection][210]
[Klockius so deeply hath sworne, ne'r more to come][77]
[Language thou art too narrow, and too weake][284]
[Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,][336]
[Let me powre forth][38]
[Like Esops fellow-slaves, O Mercury,][78]
[Like one who'in her third widdowhood doth professe][185]
[Little think'st thou, poore flower,][59]
[†Long since this taske of teares from you was due,][394]
[Looke to mee faith, and looke to my faith, God;][267]
[Love, any devill else but you,][34]
[*Love bred of Glances twixt amorous eyes][450]
[*Love if a god thou art,][448]
[†Lucy, you brightnesse of our Spheare, who are,][6]
[Mad paper stay, and grudge not here to burne][216]
[*Madam that flea that Crept between your brests][459]
[Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee,][193]
[Man is the World, and death th'Ocean,][279]
[Man to Gods image; Eve, to mans was made,][201]
[Marke but this flea, and marke in this,][40]
[Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee][80]
[*Men write that love and reason disagree,][406]
[Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule][321]
[Muse not that by thy mind thy body is led:][207]
[My Fortune and my choice this custome break,][292]
[*My love doth fly wth wings of feare][437]
[My name engrav'd herein,][25]
[*Nature amaz'd sawe man without mans ayde][443]
[Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love,][89]
[No Lover saith, I love, nor any other][69]
[No Spring, nor Summer Beauty hath such grace,][92]
[*Not Kisse? By Jove I must, and make impression][456]
[Not that in colour it was like thy haire,][96]
[Nothing could make me sooner to confesse][251]
[†Now by one yeare, time and our frailtie have][392]
[Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,][9]
[*Now y'have killd mee with yor scorne ][450]
[*O eyes, what do you see?][438]
[*O frutefull garden, and yet never tilde,][434]
[O might those sighes and teares returne againe][323]
[O Thou which to search out the secret parts][211]
[*O what a blisse][441]
[Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart][212]
[Oh do not die, for I shall hate][21]
[Oh, let mee not serve so, as those men serve][87]
[Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned][323]
[Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one:][331]
[Oh to what height will love of greatnesse drive][172]
[Once, and but once found in thy company,][84]
[Our storme is past, and that storms tyrannous rage,][178]
[Out of a fired ship, which, by no way][75]
[Parturiunt madido quae nixu praela, recepta,][397]
[Philo, with twelve yeares study, hath beene griev'd][77]
[†Poets attend, the Elegie I sing][380]
[Pregnant again with th'old twins Hope, and Feare,][206]
[Qui prius assuetus Serpentum fasce Tabellas][398]
[Quod arte ausus es hic tuâ, Poeta,,][398]
[Quot, dos haec, Linguists perfetti, Disticha fairont,][174]
[Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right][189]
[Salute the last and everlasting day,][321]
[Salvation to all that will is nigh;][319]
[See Sir, how as the Suns hot Masculine flame][317]
[Send home my long strayd eyes to mee,][43]
[Send me some token, that my hope may live,][72]
[*Shall I goe force an Elegie? abuse][410]
[Shee'is dead; And all which die][64]
[Show me deare Christ, thy spouse, so bright and clear.][330]
[Since Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe, dare I][331]
[*Since ev'ry Tree beginns to blossome now][433]
[Since I am comming to that Holy roome,][368]
[Since she must go, and I must mourn, come Night,][100]
[Since she whom I lov'd hath payd her last debt][330]
[Sir, more then kisses, letters mingle Soules;][180]
[Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate][149]
[*Sleep, next Society and true friendship,][401]
[Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast][333]
[So, so breake off this last lamenting kisse,][68]
[Some man unworthy to be possessor][36]
[Some that have deeper digg'd loves Myne then I,][39]
[Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way:][287]
[*Soules joy, now I am gone,][429]
[Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,][327]
[Stand still, and I will read to thee][71]
[*Stay, O sweet, and do not rise,][432]
[Sweetest love, I do not goe,][18]
[Take heed of loving mee,][67]
[Tamely, fraile body,'abstaine to day; to day][334]
[*Tell her if she to hired servants shew][416]
[*Tell me who can when a player dies][443]
[That I might make your Cabinet my tombe,][291]
[*That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime][417]
[The heavens rejoyce in motion, why should I][113]
[*The State and mens affaires are the best playes][414]
[The Sun-beames in the East are spred,][141]
[†This decent Urne a sad inscription weares,][389]
[This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint][324]
[*This lyfe it is not life, it is a sight][437]
[This twilight of two yeares, not past nor next,][198]
[*Those drossy heads & irrepurged braynes][440]
[Thou art not so black, as my heart,][65]
[Thou art repriv'd old yeare, thou shalt not die,][135]
[Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay?][322]
[Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howers,][78]
[Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they][168]
[Thou which art I, ('tis nothing to be soe)][175]
[Thou, whose diviner soule hath caus'd thee now][351]
[Though I be dead, and buried, yet I have][220]
[Thy father all from thee, by his last Will,][77]
[Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,][77]
[Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchaine,][208]
[Thy sinnes and haires may no man equall call][77]
[Till I have peace with thee, warr other men,][122]
['Tis lost, to trust a Tombe with such a quest,][245]
[Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,][44]
['Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?][23]
[*To sue for all thy Love, and thy whole hart][449]
[†To have liv'd eminent, in a degree][371]
[T'have written then, when you writ, seem'd to mee][195]
[To make the doubt cleare, that no woman's true,][108]
[To what a combersome unwieldinesse][55]
[Transiit in Sequanam Moenus; Victoris in aedes;][397]
[*True Love findes witt, but he whose witt doth move][412]
[Twice or thrice had I loved thee,][22]
[Two, by themselves, each other, love and feare][75]
[†Two Soules move here, and mine (a third) must move][249]
[Vnder an undermin'd, and shot-bruis'd wall][76]
[Vnseasonable man, statue of ice,][131]
[Vpon this Primrose hill,][61]
[Vengeance will sit above our faults; but till][350]
[Well dy'd the World, that we might live to see][229]
[Well; I may now receive, and die; My sinne][158]
[Went you to conquer? and have so much lost][188]
[*What if I come to my mistris bedd][453]
[What if this present were the worlds last night?][328]
[*What is or life? a play of passion][441]
[When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead,][47]
[*When fortune, love, and Tyme bad me be happie,][440]
[When I am dead, and Doctors know not why,][63]
[When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye][20]
[When my grave is broke up againe][62]
[When that rich Soule which to her heaven is gone,][231]
[†When thy Loose raptures, Donne, shall meet with Those][372]
[Where is that holy fire, which Verse is said][124]
[Where, like a pillow on a bed,][51]
[*Wherefore peepst thou, envious daye?][451]
[Whether that soule which now comes up to you][288]
[Whilst yet to prove,][70]
[†Who dares say thou art dead, when he doth see][384]
[Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme][58]
[Who ever guesses, thinks, or dreames he knowes][41]
[Who ever loves, if he do not propose][116]
[Who makes the Past, a patterne for next yeare,][183]
[†Who shall doubt, Donne, where I a Poet bee,][6]
[†Who shall presume to mourn thee, Donne, unlesse][382]
[Why are wee by all creatures waited on?][327]
[*Why chose shee black; was it that in whitenes][436]
[Why this man gelded Martiall I muse,][78]
[Wilt thou forgive that sinne where I begunne,][369]
[Wilt thou forgive that sinn, where I begunn,][370]
[Wilt thou love God, as he thee! then digest,][329]
[With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe,][320]
[*Wonder of Beautie, Goddesse of my sense,][447]
[You have refin'd mee, and to worthyest things][191]
[You that are she and you, that's double shee,][227]
[Your mistris, that you follow whores, still taxeth you:][76]
[Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee,][207]

OXFORD: HORACE HART, M.A.

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There are a couple of dropcaps which appeasr as giant letters. They were as printed; one 'L' was in an indented first line, and could not fit with the non-indented second line.

Doubtful words or passages were checked against a 1968 reprint of the 1933 edition, based, by the author, on this larger 1912 edition.

The Mediæval long 's' has been replaced by the modern 's', but usually the capital 'V' for 'U', and lower case v/u, u/v have been retained (as in the 1968 reprint).

The spelling is, of course, early 17th century.

Unspaced punctuation, e.g. "Thy beauty,'and all parts,", is as printed in this, and the 1968 reprint, and denotes elisions (the running together of words to fit the metre).

In general, footnotes have been moved to the ends of their relevant sections, and linenotes to the ends of their relevant poems. An exception is on page 251 et seq., where the footnotes fit naturally in sequence with the linenotes.

'See note' (usually) refers to poem note in the Commentary in Volume II. The link ('Note') is to the far right of the relevant title.

Page 7: 'seelily', from Middle English, via Old English, Old Saxon, West Germanic.... 'sely', 'seely', from 'sælig' etc.

'seely' also occurs in other poems.

The modern word 'silly' has evolved from Old English sælig (holy, blessed, fortunate, prosperous, happy) through meanings of 'innocent', 'naive', 'unworldly', 'foolish' ....

Page 65: 'A Ieat Ring Sent.' Ieat = Jeat, probably jet, a black semi-precious stone, popular in English costume jewellery.

Page 95: Notes: Elegy X. 'S96' is given twice, with different titles. Second entry possible error, but retained.

Page 251: The Author has placed the footnotes to the sidenotes, in order, with the linenotes. This is probably the least confusing place for them, so they have been retained here.

Page 262: Printer's error: 'foveraigne' corrected to 'soveraigne'.

Page 276: Printer's error: 169-69 corrected to 1639-69.

"176 them. D: them; 1633, 1639-69: them, 1635"

Pages 390-392: This Latin text contains a number of instances of words ending in 'que', and a few instances (at the ends of words) of the letter 'q' with an acute accent (stress mark) and a subscript which looks like '3', but is 'Latin Small Letter ET'... (U+a79b), which does not appear to be available yet, even on usually compliant browsers.

This is a Mediæval scribal abbreviation for 'que' (indicating 'and') at the ends of certain words. To avoid problems with the text, all the abbreviated words in this passage have been written out in full.

Page 405, line note 133: OF corrected to O'F. Probable printer's error.

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