| 1 | 0–67 | 523 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.66 | SInce thus through channels black of Limbo lake, And deep infernal flood of Stygian pool, The ghastly Caron's … |
| 2 | 68–135 | 544 | unassigned | | AND dares he after nine years space return, And see her face, whom he so long disdained? Was I then chose and … |
| 3 | 136–199 | 506 | unassigned | | Eschew it far: such love impugns the laws. Unlawful love doth like, when lawful loathes. And is your love of h… |
| 4 | 200–258 | 499 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.74 | They, that will drive th'unwilling to their death, Or frustrate death in those, that fain would die, Offend al… |
| 5 | 259–315 | 483 | unassigned | | THE hour which erst I always feared most, The certain ruin of my desperate state, Is happened now: why turnst … |
| 6 | 316–377 | 500 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.85 | Well should should she seem most guiltless unto thee, whate'er she be, that's guilty for thy sake. The remnant… |
| 7 | 378–444 | 510 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.73 | Yet think what fame and grievous bruits would run Of such disloyal and unjust attempts. Fame goes not with our… |
| 8 | 445–507 | 509 | T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi | 0.71 | Where you may bathe in blood, and fight your fill. Let courage work: what can he not that dares? Thus he puiss… |
| 9 | 508–570 | 457 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.80 | Nought should be rashly vowed against your sire. Whose breast is free from rage may soon b'advised. The best r… |
| 10 | 571–634 | 482 | unassigned | | Must I to gain renown, incur my plague, Or hoping praise sustain an exiles life? Must I for country's ease dis… |
| 11 | 635–690 | 477 | unassigned | | It is my fault, that he doth want his right: It is his own, to vex the Realm with wars. It is his right, that … |
| 12 | 691–744 | 455 | unassigned | | The Crown I'll keep myself: ensue what will: Death must be once: how soon, I lest respect. He best provides th… |
| 13 | 745–805 | 500 | unassigned | | All things are ruled in constant course: No Fate But is foreset, The first day leads the last. No wisdom then:… |
| 14 | 806–865 | 497 | unassigned | | Your highness bounty in so high degreé, Were cause enough to move me to my best. But sure yourself, without re… |
| 15 | 866–920 | 444 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.82 | Ye Princely Peers extolled to seats of State, Seek not the fair, that soon will turn to foul: Oft is the fall … |
| 16 | 921–980 | 481 | unassigned | | The time (puissant Prince) permits not now To moan our wrongs, or search each several sore. Since Arthur thus … |
| 17 | 981–1040 | 482 | unassigned | | Ah too severe, far from a Father's mind. Compassion is as fit for Kings as wrath. laws must not lower. Rule of… |
| 18 | 1041–1112 | 452 | unassigned | | Resist these doubts: 'tis ill to yield to harms. 'tis safest then to dare when most you fear. As safe sometime… |
| 19 | 1113–1171 | 492 | unassigned | | indeed, continual wars have chafed our minds, And good success hath bred impatient moods. Rome puffs us up, an… |
| 20 | 1172–1236 | 542 | unassigned | | O Friends and fellows of my weariest toils, Which have borne out with me so many brunts, And desperate storms … |
| 21 | 1237–1301 | 531 | unassigned | | If we without offence (O greatest guide Of British name? may pour our just complaints: We most mislike that yo… |
| 22 | 1302–1358 | 471 | unassigned | | SInce thus (victorious King) your Peers, allies, Your Lords, and all your powers be ready priest, For good, fo… |
| 23 | 1359–1421 | 499 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.88 | Lo here the end, that Kingly pomp imparts, The quiet rest, that Princely palace plights. Care upon care, and e… |
| 24 | 1422–1485 | 526 | unassigned | | Well: we that have not spent our time in wars, But bent our course at peace, and country's weal, May rather no… |
| 25 | 1486–1550 | 519 | unassigned | | The Skies and Poles opposed themselves with storms. Both East, and West with tempests dark were dimmed, And sh… |
| 26 | 1551–1607 | 472 | unassigned | | But what? Did Mordred's eyes endure this sight? They did. And he himself the spur of fiends And Gorgon's all, … |
| 27 | 1608–1665 | 475 | unassigned | | Sent forth: who dying bare the fellest breast: Who changed cheer at any Briton's fall: Who oftenest struck: wh… |
| 28 | 1666–1728 | 527 | unassigned | | COme cruel griefs, spare not to stretch our strengths, Whiles baleful breasts invite our thumping fists. Let e… |
| 29 | 1729–1791 | 525 | unassigned | | When Britain so desired her own decay, That e'en her native brood would root her up: Seemed it so huge a work,… |
| 30 | 1792–1849 | 483 | unassigned | | Rue not my Britons what my rage hath wrought, But blame your King, that thus hath rent your Realm. My meanless… |
| 31 | 1850–1913 | 525 | unassigned | | A causeless foe. When wars did call me hence He was in years but young, in wit too old. As virtue shineth most… |
| 32 | 1914–1974 | 496 | unassigned | | Let plaints and mournings pass, set moans a part. They made much of themselves: Yea too too much They loved to… |
| 33 | 1975–2036 | 494 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.71 | NOW Gorlois suage thyself. Pride hath his pay: Murder his price: Adultery his desert: Treason his meed: Disloy… |
| 34 | 2037–2101 | 493 | unassigned | | Whiles worldly powers like sudden puffs do pass. And yet for one that goes, another comes, Some borne, some de… |
| 35 | 2102–2159 | 497 | unassigned | | Shall gripe their hearts: the vision of his corpse shallbe to them, as was the terror vile Of flaming whips to… |