| 1 | 0–62 | 483 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.77 | 'tIs true Molosso, fortune hath prepared A full revenge for thee, without thy hazard, And ere the rising Sun s… |
| 2 | 63–120 | 420 | unassigned | | Light joys are easily vented; such as this Is entertained with an ecstasy, And by degrees expressed: but as th… |
| 3 | 121–179 | 447 | unassigned | | Thy Character of me, loved Spinola, Thus far I may without vain glory own, Truly to love my friend, yet hate n… |
| 4 | 180–246 | 514 | unassigned | | ay, and above the glory of Hercules, Or what bold Greece hath left in histories Of her great Captains, to thei… |
| 5 | 247–315 | 522 | unassigned | | HOw comes it, dear, that the clear sky, thy looks, Is suddenly o'ercast? what misty vapour Hath raised those s… |
| 6 | 316–388 | 499 | unassigned | | Never could any wretches be more glad To be deceived. My heart continues sad. O Wretched state of man, to whom… |
| 7 | 389–455 | 497 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.70 | Then as it is a rash misprision To count each idle dream a vision; So it's an error at the least To think all … |
| 8 | 456–527 | 521 | unassigned | | I Am with wonder strucken, not with fear, At thy relation of this barbarous plot, Contrived against my life, a… |
| 9 | 528–597 | 491 | unassigned | | Noble Molosso, such thy virtues make thee, Proceed with Courage in thy enterprise, Which i'll not press to kno… |
| 10 | 598–663 | 504 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.78 | Wind it up, That I may observe each minute of the time That is the crisis of my life or death: First take a ta… |
| 11 | 664–734 | 515 | unassigned | | Under a homely habit many times, Virtue lies hid; this rustic weed conceals An Engine that can frustrate provi… |
| 12 | 735–810 | 519 | unassigned | | But soft, this pleasing contemplation May make m' omit the time of action, Which now draws near; my plot is so… |
| 13 | 811–882 | 514 | unassigned | | A fort cannot be thought Impregnable, that offers frequent parleys. Yet that (as I have heard) is often done T… |
| 14 | 883–955 | 513 | unassigned | | But was he not to be acknowledged valiant? That attribute his foes did not deny him: Had these contrived lines… |
| 15 | 956–1029 | 513 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.81 | Alas your son. How does it concern him? Great sir, your dear and only son is slain. How's this? He's murdered … |
| 16 | 1030–1101 | 505 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.69 | But I much wonder how he was persuaded To put himself so soon into my habit. I brought him to a strong belief,… |
| 17 | 1102–1172 | 512 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.66 | About some three hours since Being in the Domo, I espied this man At his first entrance, and although I never … |
| 18 | 1173–1248 | 534 | unassigned | | Believe it, I have found 'em good at eight; Why there are many like Quartella, sir, Remember not that they wer… |
| 19 | 1249–1317 | 517 | unassigned | | True sir, his rising passions at your name, Like a tumultuous multitude, at sight Of a grave judge, were for t… |
| 20 | 1318–1389 | 503 | unassigned | | Dear Iustinian, Fortune hath nothing left that's worth my hope, But thy affection; at thy sole command, I woul… |
| 21 | 1390–1467 | 525 | unassigned | | The honour of this day chiefly belongs To you and to your family, but yet The benefit redounds to the whole St… |
| 22 | 1468–1538 | 510 | T8 Captains, gallants and cheats | 0.82 | So soon at strife? if you will needs contend Who will love best, I'll put you both together. He whose ambition… |
| 23 | 1539–1607 | 516 | unassigned | | But now the fatal time draws near, Wherein the error and th' offence Of Imperial will appear, To trust the sla… |
| 24 | 1608–1679 | 506 | unassigned | | 'tis ever best when such as they are kept To daily labour, the least ease corrupts them. There might perchance… |
| 25 | 1680–1750 | 505 | unassigned | | SIr, here are they Mean to make good this Fort in spite of you, And all your Engineers. What's thy intent? Tho… |
| 26 | 1751–1819 | 511 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.79 | Then there is hope to find compassion In more than Scythian breasts, there's but that left To expiate your for… |
| 27 | 1820–1889 | 496 | unassigned | | That man That is transported by a desperate rage, Disarms himself, he that may hinder mischief, And yet permit… |
| 28 | 1890–1958 | 508 | unassigned | | I know not, gentle Spinola how thou Canst accept thanks from me, that have from thee deserved so ill, It may n… |