| 1 | 0–49 | 482 | unassigned | | Go range about the shady Woods, beset on every side With Nets, with Hounds, & toils, & running out at random r… |
| 2 | 50–99 | 474 | unassigned | | Thou standing at receipt shalt chase the awayne. With hallowing: thou with limere sharp undee him being slain.… |
| 3 | 100–145 | 476 | unassigned | | No silent night, nor slumber deep can set my heart at rest. My sorrow still is nourished, and still entreaseth… |
| 4 | 146–195 | 521 | unassigned | | The first redress is to withstand, not willingly to slide, The second is to have the fault by mean and measure… |
| 5 | 196–247 | 536 | T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs | 0.80 | I know the truth ye teach O Nurse, but fury forceth me at worser things to reach: My mind even wittingly to vi… |
| 6 | 248–303 | 497 | unassigned | | Yet do not thou suppose, Though dreadful Ditis' lock with bars, and bolt his dungeon close: And though the hid… |
| 7 | 304–367 | 503 | T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses | 0.83 | Now strengthen we our hand, Alas shall not my feeble age thy desperate death withstand, Forbear the sway of fu… |
| 8 | 368–432 | 500 | unassigned | | With forward glancing breast the stream he broke, And lest he should his tender prey have lost, Her troublous … |
| 9 | 433–486 | 558 | T38 Death, parting and grief at court | 0.75 | To cure this puissant breach of ills no hope there is in us: Nor yet to quench his flashing flame: his furies … |
| 10 | 487–533 | 504 | unassigned | | Leave of thy bitter languishing unto the silly sort (That walter thus in waves of woe) grief gives not testing… |
| 11 | 534–582 | 515 | unassigned | | Be blithe my Boy, why Widow like liest thou alone by night? Shake of thy solemn sadness man that hearty youth … |
| 12 | 583–629 | 509 | unassigned | | The poise of Sceptre proud: but wields the massy sceptre sway, At ebbing honours gapes he not, nor moils for f… |
| 13 | 630–677 | 509 | unassigned | | Nor soil with yoked Ox was strained to bear the eueting share, The field even fertile of itself did feed the W… |
| 14 | 678–728 | 510 | unassigned | | even as the stiff and sturdy Rocks have waltering waves withstood, And dasheth back from shore aloof the foamy… |
| 15 | 729–777 | 504 | unassigned | | The God that reigns aloft, forbid such luckless lot to light. My Father Theseus safe in health will straight r… |
| 16 | 778–826 | 510 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.82 | My Sister Ariadne would, for thee have spun the thread. Therewith in crafty compassed Maze to lead thee to and… |
| 17 | 827–871 | 481 | unassigned | | And I do know, what uncouth luck upon our stock hath light, The thing that we should shun, we seek, it is not … |
| 18 | 872–923 | 509 | T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses | 0.65 | HIPPOLYTUS even as the raging storm away doth fly, More swift than whirling Western wind uptumbling clouds in … |
| 19 | 924–971 | 519 | T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses | 0.74 | On thee that next old Arcades in heaven thy seat haste took, She could not wield her weltering wain, and yet n… |
| 20 | 972–1023 | 475 | unassigned | | AT length I scaped the glowing glades of grim eternal Night, And eke the underpropping pole, that each inferna… |
| 21 | 1024–1073 | 486 | unassigned | | No worldly wight (save I myself alone) the same shall hear, Art thou afraid to tell it in thy husbands bashful… |
| 22 | 1074–1120 | 486 | unassigned | | This frantic fury up and down comes of the warlike Dames, To hate the loyal leagues of love, and shunning long… |
| 23 | 1121–1177 | 479 | unassigned | | Let never more Hippolytus behold th'eclipsed light, And for the Father's wrathful rage the cursed child down s… |
| 24 | 1178–1227 | 484 | unassigned | | O Heavy hap and cruel chance of Servants slavish state, Why am I Post to bring the news of this ill-favoured f… |
| 25 | 1228–1275 | 514 | unassigned | | A boasting Bull, his marble neck advanced high that bore, Upraised his lofty bristled Main on curled forehead … |
| 26 | 1276–1322 | 518 | unassigned | | Thy Son flat falling on his Face, his body fast was bound, Entangled in the winding ropes, the more he strives… |
| 27 | 1323–1386 | 512 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.84 | If still thou keep thy grudge, why is the Face with seats besprent? Because I slew him, not because I lost him… |
| 28 | 1387–1430 | 505 | T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm | 0.83 | Or else what Minotaur of Crete that grim twi-shaped Bull With horny head (that Dedalls ues with loing sleth Ha… |
| 29 | 1431–1477 | 501 | unassigned | | Which I of spite imagined, when raging breast did swerve. Thou father falsely punished hast him that did not d… |
| 30 | 1478–1523 | 507 | unassigned | | That whirleth still enforce my limbs thy swinging swift to feel. Gape, gape, thou ground and swallow me thou c… |